QUINN - son of Entia and Naveen
And life was like a comet falling from the sky
Somewhere along the line, he’d lost his sister. Kinsley and he had been separated, and it concerned him. It would appear to be apparent to an observer though, as the black and red boy sauntered his way across the open landscape, drifting along the edge of the ocean. If not for the white and black of his coat, he might appear to vanish into the red tinge of the sad, lit by a setting sun and the brilliant rays of red and orange associated with such a vista. This light illuminated him in a startling fashion, and made his green eyes seem to shine brighter.
There was something of an easy, arrogant air about him. The walk in which he moved was so similar to the striding of his sire who he had long left behind. He only yearned to see his sister, but who was he to know what fate would show him?
He laughed at his own thought. His fate was his own, and he’d be the one who controlled it. He was not one who was subject to the whims of gods and demons without question – this was the manner in which his sire had taught him. He’d learned it and respected it but he did not have reason to abhor those who were of a higher power than he was.
Quinn didn’t question the thought. Instead, he stopped and looked out over the ocean with bright eyes, pondering. A new land he had come to, a new world. A new designation, and a new path to follow and see where it would lead to.
He felt affinity for the ocean though, and so he had come to stand here and so he did. The slowly rising tide was finally touching his hooves, as he sank into the sand.
Did you know what danger you were in the evening Taisce met you? From the sea, painted red by the gloaming, he watched you. He watched the way the sun painted the sand and sky to match your skin. The way it set so the moon could accompany the slender crescent upon your shoulder. It lit the stars to match the white one that also gleamed upon your skin.
Taisce watched all of those things and then he watched you step closer. He sank beneath the sea. You might not have seen the way his hair glinted like a coming storm in the rippling dark of the ocean. I do not blame you if you didn’t, Taisce did not want you to see him. But he was a coming storm.
In the silk cold of the water, he swam closer to the golden shore upon which you stood. His limbs rolled like the waves, his body seemed more water than horse. The gulls cried their warning above you – did you heed their call? They spiraled him and watched the way he watched you. They were hungry you see, hungry to feast upon the remains he might leave for them. They were to have been your remains, my friend.
As the waters rushed in, the kelpie let them pull him in too. Closer to you and closer, closer to the beach he drifted, unseen and unheard. Did you see the glint of his pearl eyes in the water when the sea became shallower still? Do not be filled with chagrin, if you did not, for if you looked closely, you could see the way his eyes were the swirling maelstrom of seaspray. It is an easy thing to miss, when a kelpie watches you from the ocean deep.
Eventually he was close enough. Eventually Taisce slunk from the sea, though it tried to grip him tight. It rose and fell from his torso, then his limbs as he ascended the beach. Water dripped (and never stopped) from his skin. To look at, he was the marbled blend of sandy gold and steel-sea-blue. At his throat, the collar he wore glinted mercury dark and red with rust. The water is unkind, you see, it turns everything it owns to rust.
He stood before you, a potent monster risen from the depths of the sea and the sea danced for him. Though he still stood within it, where it could lap against his shins, the sea was not content. It clawed at his long limbs, it threw foam up his neck and adorned him with all manner of ocean life. Taisce was its canvas and it painted him with all its fearsome splendour.
Quinn, Taisce spoke to you that night, didn’t he? A “Hello” that bubbled like a babbling brook and flowed like a stream. His skull tilted too, like a hunter regarding its most curious prey. I know Taisce wondered in that moment, just what to do with you: to feast, to play or to kill? He had so many options as he stood there, regarding you and stealing your view of the setting sun. It set his skin alight as it haloed him in fire and sank, down, down into the ocean.
Taisce smiled for you then and that predator’s smile seemed to say that all eventually sink into the ocean.
Oh Quinn, I hope you knew, just then, exactly what you had let yourself in for.
QUINN - son of Entia and Naveen
And life was like a comet falling from the sky
Superbly blind, Quinn is. That, or just oblivious. More likely that, as the young lad did not really think about much beyond himself or his sister. A little too obsessed with her, he thinks for a moment, as he scoffs at himself over the thought. His own lips turned upwards as he made the sound in the back of his throat.
At least being oblivious, he didn’t really jump out of his skin too badly when the figure suddenly… materialised from the ocean nearby. His eyes widened though and Quinn did slip to the side, swinging his back end away from the figure stepping out of the ocean. Just for a bare moment he thought he might be going insane, but then he knew he wasn’t.
He remembered the variety of strangeness that had been apart of the place he had been born. It was full of all kinds.
Yet, none of them had more or less stepped out of water like they were made of it.
Or something along those lines, Quinn thought. Still, he pondered the stranger who shone in the light of the setting sun. There was something deeply mesmerising about the figure – and the boy watched on with bright, curious eyes.
“Uh, hello?” He says hesitantly, his voice deep and ridiculously smooth for such a spry looking young one. “Am I insane or were you not there a second ago?” He asks, no hesitation and no concern if his question might have been a little strange.
He just wanted to make sure he wasn’t completely insane.
