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Dawn Court Apothecary
Female [She/Her/Hers]  |  13 [Year 498 Spring]  |  10.2 hh  |  Hth: 9 — Atk: 11 — Exp: 20  |    Active Magic: Siren's Song  |    Bonded: Kai (Sea Newt)
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@Somnus & anyone else!

Anyone who wants to meet Odessa is free to join, although this will be where she meets Somnus <3
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The rip current of the often-violent Terminus Sea was unforgiving, brutal and hungry as it sunk its bony fingers deep into tired muscles. It tried its hardest to hurl the siren far away from Novus' shores, growling an angry warning as she pressed on..

And oh, did she press on. The hippocampus strained against the tide, long and slender ears slicked back against the crown of her neck and her forelegs curled gracefully against the swell of her breast. Kai pressed himself under the safe haven of her collar, his form hidden under her locks and the gentle hug of the neckband, where he was safe from the sea's violence. The crash of the tide beat her body and threatened to rip the black pearls from her throat, but the fight was nearly useless against the streamlined grace of her form.

Maybe the ocean, in all its wisdom and wild, knew something no one else did. Maybe it was right, trying to keep the phantom of the sea far from Novus.

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Eventually, she broke through the rocky outer-lying current and hit calmer waters... For a moment, she heaved a sigh of relief, her breaths deep from exertion — but she dare not stop for more than a second, worried that the ocean will revolt against her once more. And she could see the ocean floor recede in its depth, could see the rocky outcroppings that rose from the sea bed. She knew what it meant. Land.

At this realization, her breath stilled and head tilted upwards towards the surface a couple of yards above her. Bright eyes stared at how the sea and the sky married, the refraction and shimmer beautiful...

Bubbles escaped the upturned corners of her lips and gently wafted towards the surface. With an arch of her spine and sudden, strong snap of her tail, she was propelled closer towards the shore - unbeknownst to her, towards the upper southwest mouth where the Rapax River ran alongside Delumine's southmost border and dumped into the Terminus sea. Swimming against the tide was hardly a challenge for her.

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She brushed past the rocks that peppered the coast and mouth of the Rapax river. She felt the sharp shift around her.. from the saltiness of the sea to the brackish feel of ... well, she assumed it was an estuary? Hugging the northern most cost of what she would eventually learn is the Rapax, the inky phantom swam close to the surface, her eyes glued almost exclusively upon the sights above the water.

After what felt like miles - and what very well may have been - the river shallowed drastically. She slowed down and rolled languidly within the water, her stomach to the sky as the siren floated mere inches under the surface. Drifting slowly along a calm portion of the Rapax, she lifted her caudal fin so that it split the water's surface. A soft hum slipped from her throat as she stared at the brilliant iridescence and how the sun glittered along her scales...

And then she saw it. Vivid, inquisitive, wide eyes caught sight of a castle looming in the close distance. Immediately, she stilled her fins and re-oriented herself, eyes still glued on the impressive structure. She practically clamored to find an small cluster of rocks above the surface, onyx hooves slipping messily along their smooth surface as she pulled herself from the water.

Spectrum hair was magnificently weightless within the water, but as she pulled herself out and into the sun, it lay slick and damp against her neck — painting a haphazard rainbow mask across her face. But she didn't care. All she cared about, as she curled and uncurled her tail languidly atop those rocks, was staring at the beautiful castle in the distance.

Oh, what she wouldn't give for these fins to allow her to walk on solid land..


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treading gentle streams like rapids - by Odessa - 01-06-2019, 05:06 AM
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