PM to join Sea Creatures Aren't That Bad (Laioath)

[Leas]

21st Day of Winter, 512 AV Beach Near the Docks Early Afternoon Leas stared up at the pale blue sky with mild indifference. Fat fluffy clouds scudded across the sky to the distant place the wind felt like carrying them today. Tears swelled in her eyes as she imagined flying with those clouds and trying to lie on their cottony tops. She turned a bitter glare down to the tail and fins stretched out where legs could have been. She'd been mostly bound to the shore and bay ever since she arrived at Zeltiva on the 15th. Without legs, it was extremely challenging to get anywhere on land, let alone around bustling city streets. If only she'd been born with wings like the true Akvatari, she could just fly overhead and decide where she wanted to land. Lacking the ability to move about the city was putting a heavy weight of loneliness upon her mind. The past few days seemed to have passed by achingly slow. Her only conversations had been with the sailors on their ships and workers on the docks. And they were all working, so one couldn't stop to chat for very long. She cast a longing glance up to the clouds once more before rolling onto her stomach and dragging herself back toward the sea on calloused elbows. A wave foamed and crashed over her once she was in range of the surf, helping to pull her out into the bay. Once in the water Leas submerged and made her way to the harbor's floor, on the search for a snack. Kelp was always easy to find in the ocean, and there was always an abundance. That could be harvested after she at least found a fish to eat for her afternoon meal. Breakfast had been sparse mainly because she hadn't felt like moving from the beach. A light shroud of depression had been wrapped around her all morning, but one had to eventually provide for physical needs. Silverdollar fish seemed to be abundant here in the bay; several schools were milling around on her way to the sea floor, but Leas didn't feel like putting an effort into chasing any today. She was on the hunt for one kind of fish in particular. As she wove slowly along the bay's bottom she kept her eyes trained to the sand, raking the area for any signs of movement. A cloud of dirt stirred in her peripheral vision and she swung around, searching for whatever had moved. It turned out to only be a horseshoe crab; not what she was looking for. Arthropod didn't sound good today, especially when Leas thought of possibly getting pinched. So she swam further along, cutting the water in front of her in a lazy breaststroke while her fins did most of the work. It must have been at least a bell before the fish she'd sought after finally betrayed its hiding place. Sand suddenly shifted and mushroomed in a miniature cloud below her, giving away the partially camouflaged body of a winter flounder. Her passing overhead had disturbed its rest, and in its surprise it had shifted ever so slightly. During the summer these fish went in to deeper waters, but in the colder months they moved back to bays and rivers. The main reason she'd been searching for one was because they were slow and completely incapable of defending themselves in any way. While summer flounder had teeth, the winter kind did not, and so it was like fish in a barrel if one could find them hidden in the sand. Leas circled around with a twist of her tail and lowered her body to the sandy floor next to the fish. Its thin body fluttered uncertainty like a flag blowing in a breeze. To test its health she poked it experimentally; seeing if it had energy to flee. It lifted off from its resting spot and wobbling away through the water, moving at a painfully slow pace. But it seemed healthy and so she shoved off the sand after it, easily grabbing hold of it before it could get more than a few yards away. She towed it behind her, backtracking the way she'd come. It flopped and wiggled in her tight grip, but it wasn't going anywhere. When Leas was able to locate a sharp enough rock, she stopped to pin the fish to the sand and pierce its head, killing it with a few quick strikes. You're going to be very delicious, fish. The white meat on winter flounders was regarded highly by anyone who knew anything about good seafood. Wisps of blood floated up from the wound in its head and disappeared as it mixed with the water. That could attract a hungry shark, so she didn't dilly dally any longer. On the way back to the shore she harvested a few long strips of kelp to go with her fish, and then the meal was complete. She'd also stumbled across some clam shells but they turned out to be empty, much to her dismay. That would have been a lucky find. Otters likely got them first. Finally, she crawled back onto the beach, dragging herself and her dinner up to a dry, semi-warm spot. She sat upright with her tail tucked close her body, wiping the mop of wet hair from her face. A small vessel bobbed by in the direction of the nearby docks, and she chewed on a piece of kelp as it passed. Men swarmed along the deck like busy insects, or even like a school of fish. If fish had two legs and walked on land. I'm going to need to go brush my hair soon. It's getting knotted, she thought absently as she tried to run a hand through her wet hair and it became caught in a snarl. Leas had stashed her very few belongings in a spot where high tide couldn't reach them; a dry, naturally formed pocket in some rock further down the shore. She'd probably go over there tomorrow. Her eyes glazed over a little as she chewed the strip of kelp some more and watched the surf roll in and out. This is what her days had started to amount to. Eating and sitting around in the sand.

[Laioath]

The day moved like every other day. The sun rose and began its’ journey across the sky. However Laioath's day was almost standing still, despite his morning being consumed by his restless work. His inspiration has depleted, he became frustrated as a result. Everything annoyed him. Whether it was a careless mistake, or a minuscule error, his frustrations grew more, and more. He tries to motivate himself, but it was futile. He's at a stump; he cannot create life from the wood he carves. His productivity severely suffered, so he decides to finish the day's work early, leaving behind a doll half made. He stares at the pieces of wood that belongs to the developing humanoid; he gazes at the unfinished body, the head that had a chip missing on it scalp and the roughly made appendages. He needs to clear his head. His creativity and inspiration will flow naturally with a clear head. He closes the door behind him, sealing off the light entering the room.

Laioath ponders as the walks in a vague direction, trying not to think to hard. This poses a challenge for him, He's naturally pensive so trying to clear his mind would be like removing all of the water from the sea, It's impossible but you can try. As he slowly comes out of his thoughts, he realizes that he's at a beach. Looking around he could tell it's one near the docks. This was perfect for him, the sound of the colliding wave, the gentle brushes of wind, it's absolutely relaxing. Laioath closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with the pleasant smell of the beach. With his frustrations almost gone, he becomes slightly eager to take a stroll along the sand.

Carrying his shoes in hand, he walks across shore of the the beach. The sand hardens under his feet with each step. The waves rolls in now and then wash away the stubborn sand that clung to his feet, and it washed his frustrations.
With his mind clear, he begins to submerge himself with his thoughts. He crouches down to the wet sand, he begins to scrawl a dummy glyph in the sand with his finger. He first draws a circle followed my lines that vaguely represent a wave. Around the outside of the circle he writes the word 'Cha'. Standing up he stares at the picture and smiles.

Laioath pulls himself out of his thoughts, he could hear chewing sounds. He wonders where it came from. He looks around with an uneasy feeling. As scans the area around him he questions if he heard the noise in the first place. Until, he sees in corner of his eye... a seals tail. His body stiffens and turns way to avoid eye contact. His body begins to quiver at the thought of a sea creature being near him. How could he miss such a terrifying scourge of the sea? They're slimy, have bad breath and torment sailors, but worst of all... they eat fish! Fishes are like the rats of the sea. They are filthy, filthy, filthy little vermin.

Laioath, who still in panic, digs in his pocket nervously, he looks for small rock or object he could throw to make his getaway. His hand grab hold of something, it's round, and has odd details on it. He slowly pulls to see the object. He tries to steady his trembling hand, he sees in his hand a doll's head. Filled with fear he screams out and throws the head at the demon in hope it would get scared. upon throwing it, he realizes that the seal had a humanoid torso. With the Projectile in mid-flight, Laioath collapses in fear. He's never seen something so terrifying in his life.

OoCSorry, kinda new to this stuff

[Leas]

The stranger's footsteps were silenced by the soft sand and roaring waves, so it took her a while to notice his approach. She'd been off in her own world. When she did finally notice him, she didn't say anything. Suspicious crawled up her spine like a jittery sea spider. Talking to humans at the docks was one thing. Leas was always in the water and they were up on the boardwalks. But a complete stranger approaching along to beach while she was on land as well made her uncomfortable. One never knew who was a complete psychopath. And so she watched from her so far unnoticed perch, crunching on her slowly shortening strip of kelp. Leas craned her neck at an extreme angle to try to see what he drew in the sand, but his back was to her and slightly blocking the view. It just looked like some squiggly lines from where she was sitting. Then everything took a turn for the worse. He jerked a little and started rummaging through his pockets. Panic and fear suddenly clutched her heart and made her blood feel as cold as the bay's water. He's got a weapon! She spat out her mouthful of foliage and tipped over so she could drag herself away. Just in time too; he screamed and threw something that passed right above her head. She froze there, poised in the sand, too terrified to move. Tears welled up in her eyes and her throat tightened, making it harder to breath. I'm going to get killed here by some crazy loon. I never should have come to this city. I should have gone to Mura! But fear was turning in to adrenaline. Leas reached forward and dug shaking fingers into the sand, dragging her body forward a few inches. Just get to the water and you'll be fine. Land meant danger and the sea meant sanctuary. If only she had wings like her father. The pooling tears spilled down her cheeks as she imaged a blade coming down on her infuriatingly helpless body.

[Laioath]

The projectile missed... The whites of his eyes begin to show as he watches the enraged creature. The creature begins to shovelling and throwing sand all over the place. On the ground, Laioath attempts to stand, but it was no good; his body was trembling too much. Frozen in fear, he watches as the creature inches closer and closer to him, little did he know that it was actually trying to escape. His mind became blank, unable to think of any plans or options to help him. He could only stare as the half-human, half-seal creature closing the distance.

Laioath shuts his eyes tight. He didn’t want his last view of the world to be a creature tearing him apart. He imagines being in a peaceful room filled with all of his desires, thinking of happy thoughts. He wonders if he was already torn apart and if he’s dead, he was expecting a bit more pain and agony, but it was okay. A wave pushes him over on his side, and brought him back to reality. He slowly opens his eyes, starting with one eye then the other. He’s alive! He could breathe, but that wasn’t a good idea because he filled his lungs with water. Coughing and gagging, trying to expel the water in his lungs, he could hear sobbing.

He tilts his head up from where he lays, because the sound was made above him. Slowly moving his head towards the sound, his eyes meet the face of the creature. From his angle he could see under the curly hair, he saw tears stream down her cheek. Is this the fearsome creature he saw, or was it all in his head? He is stomach and chest tightens, a weird pain burns within him. Could he be feeling guilty about this whole ordeal? All of his fear disappears, but his uneasiness of sea creature still lingers. He stands up, and crouches down to her level. He realizes that it was guilt he felt before. He attempts to see if this was intellectual creature. “Umm… Can you speak?” he articulated, trying not to offend the creature. He stares nervously at the creature with a bit doubt in mind.

OOCsorry that is was so short

[Leas]

He was moving now, coming closer. Leas froze again on the sand, trying to sink close to the ground as if it could swallow her or be used as camouflage like with the winter flounder. But she could still feel the wind on her back coming off the bay, swirling her curls and churning the sea. There would be no saving from the land. It had always been her bane. She was unable to make it to the sea in time, and so she surely was going to die. Her shoulders trembled and a small sob hiccuped from her throat. A hesitant voice pulled her from the swirling fog of fear shrouding her mind. The question was so absurd that she actually couldn't help but scoff in surprise. "W.. What?" Leas peered through the curtain of wild curls spilling over her face, making eye contact with the very man she was sure had been going to kill her. Her head swam with confusion from the sudden change of events. One moment she was fearing for her life and the next this loon was questioning her intelligence. Two bright spots of color bloomed on her cheeks. "Of course I can speak!" Her voice rose several octives in outrage and she pushed her torso up with her hands. Sand clung to her body and face, coating her lips like powder and hanging in her hair in wet clumps. Leas' blue eyes stood out from the sand coated face like blue orbs. The fear and outrage were both apparent. Her arms trembled and tears still ran down her flaming cheeks. "Do you go around attacking people on beaches all the time, or is this your first time assaulting someone?!" She picked up a big handful of wet sand, and before it could all drip out from between her fingers, she flung it at the stranger and hit him square in the chest. It splattered with a dull squelch, filling her with a deep sense of satisfaction. With a dainty Hmph! she turned and drug herself back to her meal, intending to retrieve it and return to the bay so she could find a quieter, less hostile place to eat. As she shambled away she grumbled viciously under her breath. A few words that stood out were 'Psycho' and 'Barbarian'. No one had ever reacted to the sight of her so violently and negatively. OOCYou're doing fine, by the way!

[Laioath]

The creature rose from the ground, covered in sand. Laioath falls back down, staring into the creature’s eyes. Words spills out of her mouth, piercing Laioath’s ears. The creature scoops up wet sand and prepares to throw it. Laioath gets up, but the creature throws the clump of sand, knocking him down once again. The creature starts ranting, and moves over to pick up what seems to be her food. She moves away from Laioath in an angry fashion.

A dumbfound look comes across his face. “So you can talk?!” he says in astonishment. He stood back, wiping the sand off his shirt. The wet sand left a large wet patch, which formed a jellyfish. He cringes at the thought of a jellyfish on his shirt, but the thought was trampled as the creature moves away. He was curious, and wants to know about this half-man, half-seal specie. He believes he has discovered a new race, and must study it. Pulling a sheet of parchment, quill and ink bottle, he quickly draws a rough sketch of the creature before chasing it, the picture was somewhat poor but one could easily tell what it is.

Holding the parchment and quill, containing ink from the glass bottle he sealed and returned to his pack, he questions the creature. Shooting out question like an army of archers shooting out a barrage of arrows
“You can talk!” Laioath says once again, using it as his opening line.
“Who are you, if you don’t have a name what do you go by?” he says, scrawling down something on his parchment.
“What do you call your species? if you don’t call yourselves anything, do you mind if I call you all ‘Sealmen’” he scrawls down more words.
“how do you guys breed, or reproduce? Do you come from an egg, or come into this world like every other?”
Laioath had finished writing the questions on the parchment, and he awaited eagerly for this creatures response.

[Leas]

Leas grew so angry that she had to stop, unable to make her arms obey and drag her any further. So instead, she twists around to glare at the human following behind her, prattling on as if everything were fine. His questions were all ridiculous and only worked to insult her further. "My name is Leas!" Her voice was like a whip, quick and sharp. "Why wouldn't I have a name? Everyone does!" His label of 'Sealmen' then sent her over the edge. Her cheeks were inflamed with color, two bright spots of red. Tears of anger spilled out of her eyes, each slanted in a savage glare. Her father might be meek and calm even during the most volatile situations, but she'd inherited her mother's sharp tongue and argumentative nature. There was no way Leas would stand for such insult. "My father is Akvatari and my mother is human! Svefra to be specific! I'm not some creature from the depths, uncivilized and inhuman!" She spat the words venomously, like an angry wildcat that had been poked repeated with a stick. "And how I have children is none of you petching business! How dare you ask me such questions? Are you a completely uncivilized idiot? I know half-breeds like myself aren't all that common, but surely you're not so stupid to where you've never heard of someone like me. But it seems you are that stupid! And rude to boot!" Leas slapped her fins on the sand for emphasis, shaking from her anger and outrage. Never in her entire life had she been treated with such naked disrespect. Like she was some kind of freak of nature. "What about you?! Those useless little feet you've got that are so frail that you have to cover them with shoes! Shoes! Ha!"