A Woman’s Tail OK... He has fins... I can deal with that... They're even pretty like a beta's... I can deal with it. I can deal with it. I can deal with it... I can't deal with it.
May was happy to give birth to a little boy. There's just one little problem: She's not a mermaid. And he was born with a tail instead of legs and apparently has to stay in water least he drown in air. She can't even hold her darling boy unless she's with him. She loves her son, but doesn't know what to do with a boy with a tail. So, she begins looking for his father. "Ok, where are you going to find a merman? The ocean? Yes... The ocean is good..." Taking her child with her she goes to a hidden cove and keeps him on a leash and hopes maybe that her baby will attract some attention from the aquatic life. "Well... The dolphins seam to li-Uhhh... Would you not point the sharp pointy thing at me?" She caught some attention allright, from a merman guard thinking that she stole the baby to keep as a pet. How is she going to prove to a bunch of merpeople that she gave birth to her son? Find his father. An easy thing, if she weren't looking for a needle in the ocean.
((Badly done... Yes, I know, but I'm kinda hoping for someone to help fill it out/fix it here. I had been doing this one with a lovely man, however... He went inactive... >.> with no warning. He'd put an interesting spin on things at that the mermaid people of atlantis were kinda pissed with how humans were fucking up the earth and that by the end of our roleplay, the son of the woman would be turning into a great man that would help mankind and merkind rise together to start fixing all the shit we humans have done according to a prophecy. We were actually planning on a second and even third RP to continue the storyline.))
Grunting and holding the leash tight, May carefully poured out the five gallon aquarium into the deeper part of the water. On the other end of the leash, her son. Who, with his mermaid tail, inherited from what she could only guess to be his father – she hadn’t been aware of any tails in her own family – swam happily about. Once he was a safe distance for her to jump in, she did so. The water so cold her teeth chattered. Her son seemed to be fine with the temperature however. Hell, the little fish boy seemed to like any temperature. As long as it wasn’t hot enough to cook him, he was happy as a clam… Or rather fish… She really needed to stop using seafood analogies. Someone might decide that he looked good enough to eat. Soon after her son got into the water, he made that clicking noise he often made. Sort of a dolphin like sound with a few more musical whistles. She supposed water bound as he was, it was the best he could do… She wondered if she’d ever hear her son call her mother. He was a year old already. She’d needed just that long to teach him to swim without bumping into things and to teach him to come to her when she called. She sadly swore it was more like having a pet dog than a son.
He swam from her and away, coming back to her after a bit, using her as a home base like she’d seen other children do their mothers. He continued to do this, playing with the dolphins. Curiously, one of them swam away from the group and disappeared. She pouted softly. Maybe… People said dolphins were smart… She wondered if she’d see her son’s father again. She hoped she would. For one, she wanted to cuss the bastard out, for two… She needed help. She knew she would. She couldn’t just raise her child the way she was. Granted, she was doing the best she knew, but… She smiled at her baby boy as he swam back to her, wanting to be held. She was greatful he could finally poke his head out of the water. When he was first born, he couldn’t have anything out of the water before he decidedly went blue. Apparently his gills closed up then, not even letting him breath the water. It seemed he’d gained some controle over that. She smiled and hugged her little merboy. His body somehow warmer than hers, even in the freezing water. She knew she’d have to get out soon herself. Taking her boy with her as she would be giving up on another day of hoping her son would attract some attention. The water was too cold this time of year. But… Well, there were too many people on the beach in the summer and spring. She’d already spent her life’s savings on keeping the doctors quiet. She didn’t know what she’d do if… She could feel her son getting restless and chuckled, giving him one last little cuddle before letting him go again. She watched him for about thirty minutes more before her teeth began to chatter. “Come on,” she whimpered, wishing some merman or maid or anyone that would be able to help would show up with her son. She then frowned. Her son usually poked his head up every few minutes to see where she was out in this cold and sandy water. He hadn’t poked it up for a good ten minutes.
At her fear filled eyes, the dolphins that had been playing with her little boy disappeared. She’d thought he’d been playing with them. But… She looked around, looking for her little merboy. “Jalen! Jalen,” she called, “Baby! Jalen! Come to mommy! Come to mommy!” She swam out, nearly frantic as she pulled at the leash. It seemed stuck. Did he get stuck underwater? For once she was glad he could breath underneath the water. “Jalen! Click for mommy, ok? Come on!” She listened for her little boy, but couldn’t hear him. Her crystal green eyes widened. Her little merboy… “Jalen!” She took a big breath and went underwater, following the leash a few moments before she found it’s end. And it wasn’t connected to her boy… It was attached to a big rock… Someone had replaced her little merboy with a rock in the harness attached to the leash. She paled, her dark hair floating about her head before she went to the surface again. Finding that she was in the more dangerous part of the waters where the water crested. She coughed and sputtered as she swallowed seawater. Forced to retreat to shallower waters, she didn’t leave the water, even though it was cold. Her baby…
“JALEN!” She cried out over the water, tears stinging her blue eyes. “JALEN!!!” The water up to her waist, her legs were becoming numb. If someone looked at her, a woman in her bathing suit in freezing water in the middle of October, they’d think she was insane. Her lips were becoming a tinged blue as she kept crying out for her baby. “Baby, please,” she whimpered. She’d admit, she sometimes wondered what life would be without her little boy. Raising a little merman wasn’t exactly the easiest thing for a single human mother to do. But she’d done what she could, and she loved him. “Jalen!!!” Her teeth clattered, cold water dripped from the ends of her dark and curly hair into the water as she looked. She knew she would usually have gotten out long before then, but she wasn’t searching for a father this time, she was looking for her baby.
Does It Last?
Wow... He's grown... Eth was allways picked on as a child, her glasses and name making her a prime taget on the playground. That is, till Heath came along. Her knight in shining armor, he beat up on the bullies and played with her till the teasing stopped. He became her best friend, despite him being a boy and her being a girl. Untill he moved away when they were eleven. Now, though, he's back, keeping the promise he made her when they were so young. After she's graduated from college and getting ready to take over the family book store. And not everything about him seems to be explained by 'growing up'.
(No starter for this one yet. But will make one soon.)
How can one touch feel as good as this? How can it be as good as paradise? The Liason. The meeting between heaven's best and hell's worst in order to make a trade of souls so that the most may be saved. She has no name, as an angel that only comes out for this liason, she doesn't need one. But this time, as the trades are made, she hears it. The name, the word that draws her attention most. And it's coming from his lips. How could a demon name her? How could a demon touch her and not feel like he was burning her alive? Who is he? How can he hold her attention better than the words of God himself?
Her whitish silver hair seemed to almost float about her head as she looked over the pavilion at the mountains about. One season, winter in this hemisphere, was what the negotiations would take. She'd already taken her part in them, presenting the souls willing or able to go to hell in exchange for souls in hell. An Angel from the First Wave was dealing with the rest, but she, as a part of the Liason Party, had to stay for the diplomacies and ceremonies of the whole affair. Even with her position in the Party, however, she did not have a name to be called by. Yes, she did have a name, but none knew it. None but her, and two others. The Angel that had helped her grow from the time she was created, and then of course, God herself. Or himself. The world was divided on that belief at the moment, so God, as a result was currently in a state of hemaphroditism. She wondered what so many people would think if they knew God was shaped by their beliefs.
She gave a bored sigh, she already knew that answer, and decided to try and think on something else. Some of the Angels of the Creation were speaking about creating a new creature... She wondered idly if that one would be as strange as the last. The Praying Mantis was such a strange creature. She didn't think there could be a thing stranger.