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| Almost Seen; (P) Morte | |
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| Topic Started: May 11 2009, 09:54 AM (220 Views) | |
| Lady Emmeline | May 12 2009, 08:13 AM Post #31 |
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In all honesty mermaids couls speak a number of languages. But the land awlkers were not to know. So in response she shrugged her shoulders. His hand on ehr skin made her shiver the slightest, he was so warm. Hot really. Her fin stayed on the sand being constantly ocvered in water. Her hair was drenched and at the right angle you could see her face shimmer. "I didnt mean to kiss you, but your life was in danger." She wrote out in the sand with her fingers. Just as the ocaen aws about to erase it she put a hand out and it stopped, letting the words be read befoer getting erased back into the water. |
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| Morte | May 12 2009, 08:22 AM Post #32 |
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Morte watched as she wrote something in the sand, and, looking over, saw that her penmanship was quite good. I didnt mean to kiss you, but your life was in danger. It said, which she also prevented from being washed away by the tides. Morte paused for a moment, and smiled, reaching out and cupping both hands over hers, he looked her in the eyes, "And I'm very thankful for that, you care enough to save my life, after i'd saved yours, even though i couldve been one of those men just trying to capture you. That's what gave the kiss more meaning..." |
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| Lady Emmeline | May 12 2009, 08:33 AM Post #33 |
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Now Cearulia as a shallow mermaid. Not one of much depth, so whe nshe heard his deep words she arched one eye brow and rolled her eyes. Almost with child liek enthusiasm she grabbed his face and rubbed noses with him. Well I geuss so, but at leaset we had an adventure. The sea was now becoming darker,behidn her a wave began to grow. And she was rather confused when she saw him run away. In jsut moments she hwas hit by a large wave, tumbloing around inteh awter like a toy she blinked in suprise. The water was cold and refreshing. When the next swell came she rode it, her upper half peeking out from the misty white of the top of the wave. Waving she jumped claen into the wall and landed on teh sand. |
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| Morte | May 12 2009, 11:47 AM Post #34 |
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Morte smirked as the mermaid playfully rubbed noses with him, quite the effectionate one she was. Not that he'd met many mermaids to base her attitude from... Morte gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and got up, going over to get his short sword that she tossed away for some reason. He bent over to pick it up and brushed it against his shoes, the only cloth currently on him, as he'd left his robe in the jungle. He turned around to see a large wave crash down and tumble around the mermaid like a doll. Morte's eyes widened and ran over, horrified and worried about her. A second large wave swooped up, and he saw her poke out from the top. He sighed when she waved and leapt back onto the beach. Morte walked over to her and sat down, laughing slightly, "You had me worried for a bit when that wave got you, shouldn't have been too worried, creature of the sea that you be..." |
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| Lady Emmeline | May 12 2009, 12:05 PM Post #35 |
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"the waves are my brothers." She wrote in the sand. Pulling him to sit in the water with her she lookeda t him as if he were the most entertaining thing in the wordl, rarely did she see HUMANS. Her snack coiled around her neck. We must go hoem now he hissed. Waving ehr hand she dismissed him. "The current is my sisters, the sand is my cousin." She wrote out. Happily she rolled over to look at him upside down again. As she relaxzed she winced. The rope left lines on her waist and her hands, she looked at him with pained eyes. Maybe the human had a formula? |
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| Morte | May 12 2009, 12:29 PM Post #36 |
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Morte looked down and watched as she wrote more into the sand, deep prophetic words. She looked at Morte with the most interesting eyes, as if he was an anomaly, a rare gem. The current is my sisters, the sand is my cousin. Morte deep words, that made him smile. She lay her back on the sand and looked at him upside down again, which was a very pretty sight. Her body suddenly jumped, her face grimacing in pain, her pained eyes stared at him with a look that melted his heart, and he looked over to to see the problem. Her time caught in the net had the ropes constrict tightly with her hands and wrist as she fought against it, maybe if he still had his robe on him he could have something to ease the burns. Maybe there was something nearby that could help? Morte suddenly jumped from a loud thump, and looked toward the source, one of the palm trees bare fruit, one that he recognized from his time in the open air market. "Coconuts!" Morte said grinning and dashing over to pick one up. Coconut milk is very sweet, and, should help ease her pain, hopefully. Of course, getting it out of its shell was the issue, he could use his sword, but he could split it and lose all the milk, and the same goes for his magic, not knowing how far the missile would shoot... In the end, he risked it, and put the coconut down on the sand, stepping some distance away he readied his mind, and exhaled. He shot his arm out, palm flat toward the coconut, and the coconut spun around several time in the sand, sending a bit of milk around. Morte walked over the peered inside, a neat hole, through and through, but, at a good enough angle so that there was plenty of milk left! He dabbed his hand inside and brought some of the milk in his had, then, walking over to the mermaid, he gently rubbed her rope burns, hoping the cool coconut milk would help. "Ah, I just remembered, My name, is Morte Rajin." |
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| Lady Emmeline | May 13 2009, 07:27 AM Post #37 |
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"Morte." She repeated perfectly. Holding out her hadn seh smiled. "Cearulia." She said with a smile. All of her brothers, three total and all of her sisters, two total each had a name starting with 'C'. Cameron the eldest was probably the one that created the tiede to take his sister home was the most protective. Clift the quietist but by far the most artistic, able to draw anyone with accuracy that made you look even more stunning. Concord the second oldest with the personality of a wild stalion, always ready to explore. Then their was her sisters. Candrina, the shyest that was only about 12 that stayed glued to her fathers hip. Then Celia. Oldest of all the sisters seh worries about all of them with endless energy, but still they all managed to get themselves in trouble. The burns were feeling better and seh nodded in thanks. "Thank you" She wrote out. The sea was nwo a saphier blue, the sun starting to retire for the day. She wished she could stay with him more. But when the sun went down they would look for her, and the king would get worried. And the queen woudl shrug her shoulders, her fatehr would be waiting to give her a good scolding. |
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| Morte | May 13 2009, 08:33 AM Post #38 |
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"Cearulia, that's a beautiful name." Morte said, smiling at her, holding her hand. He was glad to see that coconut milk had helped her burns, and sighed in relief. His eyes were drawn to the sunset, and the ocean, then back to her, seeing she too looked out to the sea. "You have to leave soon dont you?" Morte said, a sad tone in his voice. "I- I'd like to meet you again Cearulia, sometime. But, i live far away from here, in the Enchanted Forest, all the way, in the Northern Lands..." Morte pondered for a moment, looking upwards, then back to her, "Can mermaid's swim in freshwater? Because there is a large river that runs to the ocean, that isnt far from my home." |
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