CustardSlice

of mer and men [Sheith Merman!AU]

So I can't help but think.. mer!Zarkon should definitely be known as Sharkon instead XD

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of mer and men [Sheith Merman!AU]

Breathe. Just breathe and it will stop. Just breathe.
Gritting his teeth and gripping the new bite on his shoulder, Shiro counted to ten with each breath and drank in the cold air of the evening. It was never easy, coming down from an adrenaline high. New muscles ached with every breath and the bites and gashes spiked with fresh pain with every movement. But it was his process. The more he endured, the longer he could last and he needed to last longer every time. Zarkon's fighters were getting stronger each time and his 'experiments' - merfolk bred with pedigree sharks and whales - were as unnaturally strong as they were unnatural creatures. He recalled his first encounter and felt his tail fin twinge with the memory.

He cracked open his eyes and looked down at what was left of his tail fin. He dared not lift it for fear of finding more painful marks and bruises, but his crude re-shaped plastic replica flickered dully back at him under the waves. He leaned his head back and looked from his post towards the cove. He was far from the depths of the fighting arenas and too distant to run into any of Zarkon's school of minions here. This little cove was his safe-haven, where he came to rest and mend himself. He was hidden from the beach within a cave and he rarely saw anybody come down to the little beach itself. Here he felt safe and alone. Here, the rush of the sea was calming and peaceful, not nightmarish and dark like the ocean he was trapped in. Around him, all he could hear was the soft slapping of the waves along the rocks and birds squawking and shouting to one and other.

This time, however, the beach was not empty. His sight was not as clear as other merfolk. His sense of smell was the strongest and he caught the scent of metal and oil, like a newly sunken ship. He could detect faint traces of blood and saw a long blurred figure on the beach and then on the dock. He couldn't make out the figure's features or what they were doing, but he could see the figure stooping low, then straightening up again and he felt a sudden sense of panic.

Shiro had been stuck in the fighting arenas so long that he had been losing track of any sense of time. He couldn't recall when moons or suns rose and had lost himself in the depths and darkness. When he had first found this place, he had felt safe for the first time in what felt like months. He could finally keep track of the days that he spent alive and felt in control of himself once again. When it was time to go back and fight again, he hadn't wanted to let go of the place. It had been the fear that Zarkon would find out about his secret cove if he did stay too long that finally dragged him away. The first few times were another blur to him. He began dreaming of lying there on the beach, of enjoying the sun-soaked sand beneath his chest and he could feel it slipping away from him again as his mind took over. So he had begun tethering himself to reality. He had counted the suns when he visited and for each one, every time he visited he would lay a piece of sea glass on the wooden protrusion from the beach. That would prove to him that he hadn't only visited in his dreams, that it was real.

Now a land creature was taking that away from him. He leaned forward, clutching his shoulder and felt his blood boil - who was this creature to take from him? What right did he have to steal? Shiro grunted as he slipped down into the water and swam along the seabed, using the depth as cover. He wasn't sure what he would do, but from the stories that he had heard, landfolk couldn't breathe under water - perhaps that would persuade this creature to stay away from his sea glass. Shiro slipped beneath the wooden structure and carefully lifted his head above the water to look up through the gaps in the wood. Here, he could see the landman and could watch his movements more closely.

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@KatherinWinter I intended to leave it a little open for Griffin to follow/interrupt/tell him something more [url][/url]interesting than shadows behind a door.. take the conversation where you want it to go, you’re leading this one :) I don’t have a specific agenda for the guard so bend him at your will

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@Raptra Haha he’ll rescue them all one day and none of them will expect it

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Ratte smiled across to Kai, "That would be amazing, kiddo. We can always stop by a different tavern and get something if what you have isn't enough." She pulled her hood back up and turned to Isago. She felt a smirk curling at the edge of her mouth and bit her lip. It had been a long time since she had been to a whore house. She found that most were far too expensive for her, but now that she had a little more gold it was a little more tempting. "A whore house sounds very appealing... though it might scar the kid for life... unless you have a friend there that can look after him for a while and not try to ruin him with indecency he's too young for." She grinned and switched from watching Kai to Isago slowly.

The captain sighed and took another long gulp of his ale after it was set down before him. He had spent his day chasing down petty thieves and scare-mongerors. He was beginning to regret his decision to sit next to yet another one, "So I have heard. But we are yet to have any real leads on his whereabouts, so unless you have any information on that, please.. spare me the scary speech. I've seen what he's capable of." His eyes wandered from the tavern's rowdy gents and their loud games to a back door where he believed the basement was. He frowned, seeing shadows beneath the door and glanced back to check that the barkeep was indeed behind the bar. He didn't remember seeing anybody going through the door. He frowned and put his ale down, "Well that is most sinister behaviour indeed," he muttered, standing up to go and inspect it, "do forgive me, Sir but I may have spotted something suspicious..."

@King Tai @KatherinWinter @Raptra

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Waiting on @KatherinWinter I think.. or I can just go with Ratte

Go Go Power Rangers! [Redefined Classic Concept]

Hey, could I possibly claim the blue ranger? :)

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Ratte nodded at Isago. She was getting tired and so was feeling more and more on edge. They needed to rest and decide what to do next. "Is it close? I'd like to get some kind of food before we do go to your hideout, I haven't eaten today. We could do with getting a few provisions too just in case we end up running somewhere." She looked around again, looking for signs of someone approaching or watching them. It seemed as though they were alone for now.

The captain frowned, taking a long swig from his ale. He watched Griffin carefully, "You're saying you've seen something being blamed on this 'demon' or you have seen the black demon himself? Because this town is full of copycats and phoneys. Everyone is trying to get ahead and copy the big guys to impress their friends and get their hands on a bit more gold. I don't believe in rumours, I believe in facts." He sighed and drained the glass of ale, then waved at the bar tender for a refill.

@King Tai@Raptra@KatherinWinter

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@Raptra@KatherinWinter For the sake of continuity let's just say it was far away and the tavern is noisy. Which it would be in the evening! Besides, Kai was only using a small gun, right? :D

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@KatherinWinter ah perfect! Then call it he’s off duty and doesn’t want to deal with it because he’s off duty :)