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 Posted: Jan 24 2017, 02:42 AM
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Old • Stromkarl • Corruption • Water


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Had it not been for Helgeån’s suggestion, he would not have taken her under his wing. She had once been one of the Land Folk herself; she had come to him, stealing death from his lips by her own volition. There was a myth among the Stromkarlen - that by consuming the flesh of a human, enough times, one could thereby become a human; and likewise, to change back, one had to consume the flesh of one’s brother and sister Stromkarl. Whether it was fact or fiction was unknown to Emil but such tales spoke of shunned individuals rife with misfortune for their deeds, unloved and lame in the mind by the end of their ordeals.

Was not this creature similar to them, changed from her natural course?

But she was waterkin, now. She was one of his sisters. He had been tasked by Helgeån himself to see that she learned to function. He would need to teach her to hunt, to hide, to disguise herself, to speak. It sent a sickness down his spine, for he had no fond memories of learning human speech. That had been what stole him down the path to becoming sullied in the first place and he had no desire to return to such a state of being. But, speech was necessary. He brought her through the water quietly, wading freely. He had a den not far from here, a small alcove he had chosen to call his home while he stayed in this place. He would take her to his underwater cavern.

But first….she smelled of the land folk still; that would need to be cleansed before he took her anywhere near his territory. Emil let out a low growl, a sound to catch her attention, and reached out to take her hair in hand. He drew it up towards his face, sniffing it and making a disgusted face, growling at her. I am disgusted. It would be easiest for her to understand that way. He did not know if she understood speech yet. Growls, hisses, purrs - he would communicate with her that way the most for now. She would need to bathe herself, first and foremost. Emil let out another growl, taking her hand now as he dragged her into the water. ”Bathe.”
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 Posted: Jan 25 2017, 09:26 AM
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615 • Kelpie • Ignorance • Near the water


Still living in the currents you create Still sinking in the pool of your mistakes Oh, I'm coming up for air.
It was rather frustrating to the Kelpie, how awfully tiring it was to exist in a world she did not understand. The water was her domain, where she beckoned the soft, appetizing ones to sit upon her back, and often such a feat would not work. It left her exhausted, hungry and ravenous to any living thing that dared near her.

Sometimes she was able to snatch a human by the backs of their coat, unsuspecting as they strayed too near to her loch. Her pointed teeth were very nice for snagging the funny material they wore, and very convenient in how easy she could shred them.

The beast was clumsy in her feat of hunting. It was something she did not know how to do, and how irritated that made her!

Maidie did not know much of anything these days. Not the funny sounds the humans shouted at her as she drug them under, (they did not yell much anymore, once they were submerged in water. At the very least, she could not hear them wail), or the very nature of her own being. A blank slate of being, that was what she was.

Ach a-mhàin... her pale eyes trailed to the man that guided her, stumbling along in her human form. It had been a little while since she had transformed into the figure that resembled those she attempted to hunt. The bare, pale skin of her being glistened with droplets of water, littered beneath were the healing scars the fishfolk had supplied to her, on her first day in this world.
The older, fellow water spirit was beautiful, alluring and not just in the primal sense (one that she did not understand either.) It piqued her curiosity, allowed her to follow along much like a lost soul. Her arms hung limply at her side, swinging idly while she watched him stubbornly with that cold gaze that always seemed to fix across the fairness of her eyes.

The sound of the growl reached her ears, and the lass released a soft nicker in response. She stilled, freezing like a statue as he grabbed some of her hair, bringing it up and smelling it. At the sight of the expression he sent towards her, and with the accompanying growl that she understood, a bare of her teeth followed along with a growl of her own, the sound an affronted horse might make.

Dè bha ea 'dèanamh? The thought bloomed across her mind as the water spirit clutched her by the hand, dragging her into the water. Entering obediently without resistance, despite her quiet confusion and clear stubbornness before. Standing in the water that came up just about to her waist, she looked up at him with blinking eyes, her gaze owlish.

...Bathe? What did that mean? A soft whinny parted from her lips, while her eyebrows knitted. What a strange word.

translations: ach a-mhàin: only. dè bha ea 'dèanamh: what was he doing?
BY MITZI


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 Posted: Jan 26 2017, 12:58 AM
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Old • Stromkarl • Corruption • Water


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Little Foal. When not her name, he called her Little Foal. She had not the understanding of an adult, even though physically speaking she surely was one. She was as though a newborn - but, he supposed, he could not judge her; after all, he had never seen a land-maiden change into a kelpie before. It was entirely possible that her mind had been changed, wiped clean. Perhaps it had been fractured, to divert the memory of drowning. He had no way of knowing. But, mentally, she was a foal. And so he called her little foal.

At least she seemed to know how to shift.

She had taken the humanoid form that resembled the very girl he had taken the life of with a sealed kiss, but now she did not smell of the land-maiden at all; she had a new smell, a smell he was comfortable with. She was damaged, her flesh still torn from the injuries sustained by the waterfolk. Little Foal would need time to heal. Emil could do nothing for physical injuries, could only take poison from her body. She would need to stay away from large populations, safe from the land folk. They were vicious towards their kind, quick to soil, sully and tarnish what they could get their grotesque oily hands upon. Little Foal needed to stay clear of them until she could be healed and clothed.

He listened as she spoke to him. She did not know words, yet. He would teach her. Little Foal spoke in grunts, and so too did he for now, until he could teach her to speak. She understood his dismayed growling, baring her teeth and growing along with him. Good. He could communicate to her this way. He gripped her hand thereafter, drawing her into the water, deeper below. It came to her waist now, and just below that on him. He heard her make a sound of confusion, and let out a soft grunt of annoyance. He trilled lowly, reaching a hand into the water and bringing it to her face, wiping away dirt and grime from her. He trilled again, repeating the motion. ”Bathe.” He said, then repeated the cleansing motion, this time on her arm, taking it in both of his hands, scrubbing away the filth. ”Bathe.”

The first word she would understand. Bathe.
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 Posted: Jan 28 2017, 12:22 AM
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615 • Kelpie • Ignorance • Near the water


Still living in the currents you create Still sinking in the pool of your mistakes Oh, I'm coming up for air.
Everything seemed sharper to the lass, more clear as her gaze flicked around the area warily. She was on high alert, always ready to flee as her limbs seemed to tense and urge her to shift and escape into the water at a moments notice.
For some little reason, pulling at the pit of her stomach and writhing alongside the constant loneliness, was a state of distrust for the water fae. Distrust, this was not unusual for her, it was a common feeling, yet the alluring nature of him was enough to stifle such emotion indeed.

Maidie did not...remember anything. Nothing substantial, that is. Flickering littler remnants of memories would dance about at the back of her mind, before they disappeared before the lass could even remember. Perhaps it was for the best? Things like remembering could be awfully frustrating.

The only thing solid, that raced through her veins and compelled her forward, was instinct. She could trust that, yes she could trust it very much.

The beginning of her blood starting to boil with automatic, hot anger as he sent that expression towards her, and sniffed her hair. The growl she had sent back was more to control her temper, yet a communicative opportunity it was.

Following him with something less of a fuss as he led her into the water, entering quietly until she came to a stopping point as the height of the water reached her hip. With knitted brows and a soft confused neigh as he spoke, a word she didn't know or recognize in the least. Bathe.
Bathe. The water fae wiped the dirt from her face with a scrub of his hand, flinching gently at the sudden contact.
Bathe, he repeated, and this time rubbed the water along her arms, a line layer of dirt and grime having patched itself along her skin from the days spent huddling at the bottom of lochs and strewn out on the shoreline.

"Buhh-...aAa-...thh." Lips trembling with the effort, her voice rasped with her pitch squeaking with the effort. A whinny broke through the word, while she attempted to repeat with a frustrated huff. Her own hands dipped into the water, while she brought them up to scrub roughly at her limbs. "Ba-....aA-...thh."

A soft whinny of frustration left her then, while the maiden suddenly shifted into that of the beautiful mare. Moving to roll about on her back in the water, her hooves kicking gently in the air while she bathed herself. Coming back up once more, she snorted, moving to bump her nose against that of the water fae's arm. Maidie nickered, as if to say; Look, I bathed.

BY MITZI


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 Posted: Jan 29 2017, 02:13 PM
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Old • Stromkarl • Corruption • Water


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It really was a surprise to the water fae. Little Foal did nothing to indicate memory. It was as though he were a stranger to her. But that was all the better if she was to become his charge. Put simply, he had done what was necessary; the human girl had come to him, tainted by sickness she had posed a threat to the waterfolk and his kin, those he sought to protect. He gave her the love that she so poisonously craved and with it was bound the fate she was meant to face. There had been no malice behind his actions, he had simply done. Thus for her to remember now was to bring a distrust in his charge that he could not afford. He had been tasked with her tutelage; if she were to lose trust in him, it would make his role as her guide rather difficult.

He thanked the River King for keeping her memories hidden from her.

He was not doting; the world would not dote upon her and so he made no efforts to be kindly. If she was to learn the way of the vicious world, he would rear her as a mother should, roughly to teach her the state of the world, but, not without care. He would consider that she was just a foal of yet, and foals required compassion. But they also required the push to become proper water fae.

First he would teach her to be clean. She smelled still of the land folk, her body was only freshly reborn; the water would eat the scent away with time, but she had too been covered with filth from her initial death. She tried to form the word that he had spoken. Bathe, bathe, she didn’t yet know how to form the sounds she needed.Yet, though she could not speak the word, she understood it as she brought her hands into the water and began to massage the filth from her body. Emil took a step back in the waters, nodding slowly, water dripping from his hair. ”Bathe.” He gave a nod, and trilled softly, a pleased sound.

Unlike the land folk who taught him their words to make him sing their songs, he would teach her so that she could speak for herself, defend herself. He would mentor her as Helge’s king commanded.

He was moderately surprised when she shifted forms. She had taken to the transformation quickly; he recalled that his days as a hatchling had been….difficult, Helgean had told him that he and the others sat like lame ducks for a very long while before we finally learned to change our bodies. He would protect us during that time. Perhaps kelpie were different. She rolled herself in the water, allowing its healing touch to soothe her and to take the grime from her body. The land-folk stench left her, and she stood once more, bumping her snout into his arm. Emil let out another soft trill, bringing his hand to slowly and carefully run across her snout, nodding. She had done well.

But now that she was clean, she needed to learn the hunt. Her hide was sticky, but did she know how to use it? He trilled again, letting out a quieter growl. He would hunt for her this first day, but she would need to learn it for herself in time. He turned away, turned towards the shore, and began to sing, softly. He would lure prey to her; would she know what to do with it?
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 Posted: Feb 2 2017, 12:44 AM
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615 • Kelpie • Ignorance • Near the water


Still living in the currents you create Still sinking in the pool of your mistakes Oh, I'm coming up for air.
The world...the world was restricted to the shorelines and the deep and murky lochs she dwelled within. The kelpie knew no other area than the places she hunted, and stalked through the short days that had passed before her eyes until she had found the water fae.
It was nearly indescribable, she existed, purely an animal, without knowing why, and how. She did not even know why the hunger burned fierce in her stomach for the humans and why they were so appealing, except that they walked and talked and looked like her, only when Maidie shifted into that figure whenever she pleased.

The water fae-...the water fae was like a beacon. He sparked a curiosity within her, and not the kind that made her want to grab her object of said attraction and drag it into the depths beneath the water. No it was a...Inwardly, she grunted with exasperation, Maidie did not know how to describe such a feeling.

Fascination. Maidie wanted to know everything he knew. Not just Bathe, or growling. More, more, more.

Responding to the trill and the hand petting her snout with a low nicker as well. Nuzzling into his hand a bit more, Maidie felt a bloom of...pleasure? She was happy to have made him pleased. Now that was an odd feeling. The kelpie wanted to keep doing it.

Straightening up her head once more, as the next trill and growl combo followed, her ears flicked up to attention. Blinking, as he turned to face the shore and began to sing, the first hunger pangs began to brew within her stomach, and the kelpie released an involuntary growl.

Some distance away, up on the shore, a human was drawn to the sound of his voice. It was a middle aged man, dressed in fine clothes, with a walking stick clutched in his hand. He slowly made his way to the water, with a leisurely gait.
A rather abnormal sound escaped the kelpie, while she shifted into that of her water form. Swiftly moving through the water and towards the shore, she did not change into that of her mare until she was merely feet from the edge of the water. Emerging from the water, the stunning mare whinnied softly with a flick of her silky tail, trailing towards the man who looked at her in a daze.

The soft clop-clop of her hooves was heard as her feet made contact with the shore, beginning to walk towards the man with a swift movement. It seemed all was well, with the man reaching out towards the mare, the kelpie neighed in response and-

Until Maidie's instincts seemed to take over, and she broke into a charge at the man, with a roar breaking free from her and echoing about the area. Breaking out of the trance he was in, the man yelled in fright, before clutching his walking stick with both hands. Swinging it out from him in a wide arch, it hit the kelpie square in the face, who whinnied in pain and annoyance.

Quickly shifting into her monstrous form of the kelpie, Maidie screamed at the man, attempting to snatch the stick away with her pointed teeth, only to have it beat upon her head once more. Her sudden appearance only seemed to fill the man with even more fighting spirit, who whapped her unrelenting with shouts of 'BACK YE' DEVIL BEAST! FOUL CREATURE! YE' CANNOT TRICK MEH!'

Somewhere along the way, Maidie had shifted in her panicked state. Curled up on the ground, in her human form, she covered her head with her hands and screamed as the man beat her with the stick unrelentingly.

"B-...AAA-..THE!" The broken word tore from her lips, crying for Emil's help as the man whipped her over and over. Black blood began to seep from wounds inflicted by the weapon, while frightened neighs escaped her. "BAAATHE!"

BY MITZI


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 Posted: Feb 3 2017, 12:23 AM
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Old • Stromkarl • Corruption • Water


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How much would she have learned through instinct alone? She had awakened a second life, one borne from the change in her nature of land to water folk. But how deeply ingrained was that changed? Did she possess the instincts of a land beast, or did she have the urge to hunt? Did she know? She was a lost creature, one without purpose. Without memory, she was truly an infant, a tadpole, a foal. His little foal. Not only was it that he had created her in a sense, she seemed to be drawn to him. Which, in its own right, made sense. When she had perished the first time, it had been lust that drove her to him and thrust her into his arms. Of course she had fallen for him. But now it was different. She had not fallen for him in that regard, but rather she….felt connected it seemed. Mystified.

She took rather well to his touch. That was a relief. He could guide her if needed. He rubbed her snout gently, warmly, rewarding her for doing as he had asked. She had cleansed herself of the land-smell that was so pungent to his nostrils. She was no longer repulsive to him. In fact, Little Foal was quite sweet.

Quite contrary to the stench that was drawing closer to them, now. Emil sang softly, but his nose wrinkled as the aged, meaty man came to them. He was dressed in unusual garb, Emil had not seen anything so uncomfortably restrictive as what this land-beast wore. He found it simply repulsive. He looked to be in possession of riches, of that gold metal that their kind loved so dearly. Emil bristled, the hairs at the back of his neck raising. He remembered, he remembered very well how it had been, living in their sickness. This land beast was like them, but seemed yet to be worse. He would not be missed by the land or water folk.

Little Foal’s hunger emanated from her in a small growl. This...he would see, now, if she knew how to hunt. This would be the moment for both to learn.

She ahd changed to her water-form….for movement, good. That was a wise tactic. When she left the water, it was to take on the form of the mare, demure and sweet in appearance. Good. He was reaching for her, she was….ah, perhaps she could hunt after all. Emil watched quietly, silver-blue gaze upon her….

...no, no. She charged. She charged, that was not the way of the hunt.

The hunt was gentle and lulling. It was the slow drown of the river, whose touch was soothing….yet even so it caused death. It was not a violent hunt like those carried out by land folk. Perhaps she was still too human. He would need to teach her the proper way of seduction, to make her prey come to her. He was frustrated by her lack of knowledge….that, though, was nothing to the anger he felt. How dare that putrid creature assault his foal. Emil let out a low, deep, growling sound as he drew nearer, wading in the water towards the male. She cried out-

Bathe….bathe….she associated the word not with cleanliness, but….with him.

Foolish little foal. But all the same, he would answer her pleas.

Emil once more began to sing, his voice carrying to the man who….in his fury, halted, turning to face the alluring creature. Emil’s eyes flicked towards Maidie, and he urged her to watch as he stepped towards the man, singing still, reaching a hand toward him. Vile, sick creature. He captured the man’s hand with his own, allowing his fingertips to move gently up the fabric. He was frozen, listening simply to the music, stepping towards Emil in a daze, it seemed. Emil, in turn, held the male in a delicate embrace, stepping backward. The man followed, entranced, captured by the beauty of Emil’s voice, the beauty of his face. He leaned forward, and the man accepted his affection, drawing it for himself. Yet he had, in doing so, sealed his fate.

At once Emil broke off, and with force this time, pushed the man into the water, driving his knee into his back as he held him down. Breathless from their moment of would-be love, the man had no air to draw in; death would come soon to him. Weak as he was, he could do little to resist. Emil gestured to Little Foal. ”Eat.” He stood then, watching the dying land beast flounder. He backed away. Let her drive the finishing blow.
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 Posted: Feb 6 2017, 09:20 AM
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615 • Kelpie • Ignorance • Near the water


Still living in the currents you create Still sinking in the pool of your mistakes Oh, I'm coming up for air.
TW MAIDIE EATS THE HOOMAN

Humanfolk confused her.

With their awful skin-coverings that got caught in between her teeth sometimes, and the weird noises they made. The chewy, rope-like things inside of them, that she never ate because how could one eat something like that? And most of all, they couldn't breath underwater. How useless would she be if she couldn't do a simple thing like breath underwater?

Bathe probably knew why, most likely. He could tell her all about the walking food, if she asked why. Why did she wish to drown them so? Did he hunt the humanfolk as well? Why did they make those sort of noises? What did they mean?

Too many questions, it often irritated her by how little she knew!

The confusion, and thrum of pleasure Maidie felt was immediately smothered by the surge of hunger she felt. Intense, painful hunger that nearly drove her mad. Animalistic.

Destroy. Consume. The river seeped through her veins and straight into her heart, it was ice cold and churning, like the black waters of a murky loch. The river spirit would not be appeased until she had satisfied her hunger.

The walking food had proven to be a stubborn foe, while her hunger shattered her concentration and made her to strike while he was still in a powerful state. The fine-clothed man swung his walking stick and battered her upon the head, and while it didn't hurt too much, it was enough to inspire an irritation that took her off guard.

The kelpie would not be beaten down so easily, and attempted to strike at him as he swung his weapon about. Humanfolk were a lot of things, if not annoyingly stubborn, and the urge of the fight only caused him to further his defense.

It did start to hurt when she accidentally shifted into her human form, where she felt the most pain. Curling within herself upon the ground, the first of her cries were for the river, and then for the water fae.
Bathe. Bathe! Maidie wailed, and clutched at the stray bits of grass springing through the pebbly shore. In between her cries of fright, did she attempt to snap at the stick beating her with her teeth, growls mixed in with her fear. The lashings felt...familiar, in some odd way.

The beatings soon stopped, however, as the gentle voice of the water fae reached her ears. In her relief, the kelpie sat up, black blood trickling down her arms from the abuse they had received, her hair fluffed and mushed about from being pressed into the ground.

At Emil's silent urging, the river spirit soon switched to sitting on her knees, leaning forward and watching with a quiet intent and eager look as he drew the man in. The seductive trick was new to her, and she watched enthralled as he kissed the man before plunging him underneath the water.

Slipping to her hands and knees, the kelpie slowly crawled over to the scene, a feral look in her eyes as the kelpie watched the drowning man.

At the Emil's words however, her head snapped towards him, before quickly looking back towards the human. A hungry look flooded her in gaze, and in a movement that fluidly passed over half a second, her muscles tensed and she sprung forward with a roar tearing from her lips.

Shifting into her form of the beastly kelpie, the monstrous being lunged towards the man, seizing him as Maidie dove into the river. Taking the finely clothed man with her, deep into the waters below, only the ripple of the broken surface tension was the remaining sign that they were ever there as she drug him into the deeper part.

It only took a moment for the kelpie to begin ripping into her prey mercilessly, as clouds the color of red wine bloomed to the surface of the murky waters, blending into the hidden depths below. Silently, the beast feasted, almost insatiable, underwater, ripping past layers of clothes and shredding anything that was in her way, purely voracious as instinct took over.

Limbs were torn and ripped apart, while the serpent-like beast wrapped itself around her prey and sunk it's pointed teeth in and out. Blinded by the thick clouds of blood, Maidie continued to feast ravenously until the man was no more.

Slowly, the gold chains once covering the man sunk through the water, to the bottom of the loch where they would take their final resting place. Forgotten and abandoned, without their master to wear them with the boast of pride and wealth.
A stillness passed, and soon the kelpie was emerging from the water once more, in her human form as blood stained down her bare front. A pacified look molded her expression, as Maidie surfaced, clutched in her hand was the remains of the human, the entrails.

Attention shifting towards the water fae, the kelpie released a small burp, before she whinnied, holding out the dangling entrails towards him.

I am full.

BY MITZI


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 Posted: Feb 8 2017, 01:48 AM
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Old • Stromkarl • Corruption • Water


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She had been caught in the beast’s carnal desire for food, hunger gnawing far too desperately at her. She was desperate, an animal without thought. Hunger drove her to act savagely, to act without thought. She had gone raving mad at the human, the scent of his flesh so near driving her to frenzy. This time, he would handle the kill in her behest. At least until she could learn to bear her hunger under her own control. She was a child of yet, did not understand who or what she was. Perhaps she never fully would, not given her nature. How would a once-human learn to become a mare of the rivers? She would be stunted in ways, he was almost certain. Her development would be left to guesswork; he would have to….fill in the blanks, so to speak, as she mentally grew.

He had created her, albeit inadvertently; he would have to be the one to repair damage to her mind, to mend her soul. The River King had asked it of him, and he would ever bid his father’s words.

The first thing he had noticed was that though she was able to shift between her forms, it appeared that Little Foal was unable to control it completely. For as the meat began to strike her, she had taken her weaker form, the chameleon form, the body which resembled theirs. He would have intervened regardless, for he took deepest insult at the offense done to any spirit of the river, former-human or not. The meat was assaulting a sister-fae, and his Little Foal. The meat would not be forgiven for tarnishing her porcelain pure body.

Do not fear, Little Foal, for I am your guardian spirit. He will be punished.

Though he sang gently, rage bubbled inside his heart for the treatment of Little Foal. Her body had been dirtied by the hands of the land-folk, by meat no less. She would be avenged. It was not a kind mercy he offered the meat, but a slow, lulling song to lure him toward death. He swayed ever so slightly as he approached the meat, a subtle dance to mirror his song. He would enthrall the meat completely - in voice and movement both. He could have killed him with a swift poison through his lips, but instead he chose to punish him for his sin, sinking his head beneath the waves. Not, however, enough to kill him - rather enough to weaken the meat so he might be devoured by Little Foal - alive, if she so chose, if her hunger drove her to it.

He did not mind the notion of live meat. This one certainly deserved the pain.

He watched then as Little Foal’s form became beastly once more. Carnal rage drove her by instinct to take the correct form. Fear drove her to shrink, hunger drove her to the form of the huntress. Like this, she was beautiful. She dove into the waters deeply then, and Emil waited patiently; a meal was one’s privacy, and so he chose not to watch. Instead, he let himself soak in the waters, closing his eyes as he floated just below the surface, embraced by the soft touch of the waters of this river. He breathed slowly, sighing quietly. The smell of copper blood reached his nostrils, and he was sure that red now splattered the waters. But, blood was natural; the waters would dissipate it by their own forces, his touch was not needed. However, where the meat had touched, the water was tainted. And so Emil focused quietly upon the water, drawing any residual poisons into himself. These waters had long been damaged by the land folk; he took as much as he could to ease the weeping river.

He would set it on the land folk in later weeks.

Emil did only stand when he felt the waters shift, when he heard her draw nearer. Little Foal had left samplings of the meat, and Emil looked upon it with a low hiss. As vile as the man himself had been, the innards of the land folk were truly revolting to look upon. However his focus had gone elsewhere, to the bloodstained foal. He waded forward, a hand coming to caress her cheek, remaining only for a moment before the hand moved to touch her shoulder. He walked about her quietly, examining the wounds she had sustained. He took the entrails that she had held out to him, and allowed them to sink to the riverbed; the fish would find something to eat there. He would keep to the flesh of animals and the taste of berries. But for now there was something of greater concern than his own meal.

”Pain?” he asked quietly, touching the largest of her gashes. ”Pain?” He repeated the word. Perhaps she would understand if he said it multiple times. His touch to the injury was gentle but prodding as he let out soft trills between repeating the word pain. She had been injured. He worried for her, for his Little Foal.
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 Posted: Feb 11 2017, 09:37 AM
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615 • Kelpie • Ignorance • Near the water


Still living in the currents you create Still sinking in the pool of your mistakes Oh, I'm coming up for air.
If the Kelpie truly loved anything, she loved the rush of the feast. A thrill shot through her veins, satisfaction as she tore in with such a ruthless nature. This is what she understood, what was so plainly laid out for her. This feeling was a good one, addictive as it may be, it would always deliver if she just kept indulging within her desire.

The water fae seemed to be supportive of such a hunt too, even if it may not qualify as one. At least he had helped her, with taking down the human that beat her. It hadn't even hurt that much, the sight of her own blood had been a little disenchanting, however.

Maidie had been hungry for a few days, before he had found her. The hunt so far, the past week or so, had had....less than pleasing results, with many of her meals escaping before she could drag them under. With his help, she was able to be fed, and now her stomach sang with happy notes of pleasure!

The human was squishy too, under the fine material had been a nice meal, which the Kelpie was plenty happy about. The gold jewelry had been a bit of a challenge, but they floated down through the water easily.
Clouds of blood surrounded her, effectively blinding her, yet she didn't seem to mind within her blind rage and savagery. The nearby fish had been wise enough to stay away, luckily, they hadn't wished to be torn to shreds from the spirit of the water.

Once the walking food had been no more, simply a few bloody chunks that had got away, floating to the bottom of the loch, Maidie whinnied in contentment, rising up through the water.
Being greeted with the sight of the water fae, bloody and still scratched up a bit, the Kelpie had shifted into that of her human form. At the touch of his hand, Maidie released a content nicker, tilting her head to lean into his palm, handing the entrails off to him as he took them.

As he moved away, and began to prod the slowly healing cuts that leaked with dark blood slowly, a furrow of her brow followed while the lass looked towards him. Pain? Why was he calling her pain? A shake of her head followed, while she shifted to face him.
"Muh-..." A sharp neigh broke through her words, while she tried to form the sounds of the letters with her rusty-vocal chords. Another shake of her head followed, while her lips trembled with the effort. "Ma-...May-" A whinny.

Maidie. My name is Maidie. Not Pain.

"Mai-.....dee." Firmly nodding, she moved a hand to press a finger into his chest. A snort escaped her, while a grunt followed the animalistic noise. "Bah...Ba-....uh...-athe. Bathe."

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 Posted: Feb 16 2017, 02:32 PM
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Messy Little Foal. Messy...incompetent and inexperienced. She certainly did not eat gracefully. But, while the gesture was crude and filthy, that she had offered her mentor the remains of her meal had been a kindly and well-meaning one. Etiquette would come easily to her. At least that he was glad of. It seemed, though, that land folk were predisposed to social customs and learning of them; perhaps it was a skill she maintained even in this form, the one brought upon her by her new life. But, a dainty disposition would only do well enough to please her Prince; she could not survive unless she could learn to hunt. And to speak.

She had done well in eating her meal, at least. Though she could have done better than to drop the gold to the riverbed. He would have to find it himself, find it and remove it. She did not seem to recognize that leaving such things to sink to the bottom of the river was dangerous; yet, time and time again, fish would curiously swim by, swim through, and become stuck or injured. Things belonging to the land folk belonged only there and were not to be collected at the bottom of the river. But, for now, she needed more aid than the fish; she had been marred by the land folk, injured by her prey. He felt her lean into his touch, and let out soft clicks of his own appreciation. She needed mending, first and foremost - and encouragement. She needed to know she had done well.

Even if she was still in dire need of learning.

Emil took the entrails as they were handed to him. While he was not particularly as fond of land folk as a meal, he would consume their flesh as needed. Stromkarlen were omnivores, and his personal preference was towards sour berries, not flesh. But, as a gesture of his appreciation, he would indulge Little Foal. He took the meat to his lips, tearing a small chunk away. He did not understand how it was that land folk could set their meats aflame and call it “edible”; they simply ruined good food. He let out another soft grunt, trying once more to communicate with her. Words did not come well to her, but pain...perhaps she would understand pain. Or he had hoped, at least. Yet it appeared….her confusion was apparent in but moments. She began to let out soft nickers and neighs, sounds of annoyance. May...no. She was struggling, but eventually, it came out - Maide. A hand to her chest. And then, she reached toward him and spoke….

...she still believed him to be called Bathe.

In all fairness, Baithin was a female name of their Irish cousins, but it was still a female name and the name for a flower. It was hardly his. Emil gave a small hiss, baring his teeth and swatting her hand away. His hand then pressed to his chest, flatly against the pale skin. ”Emil. His name was Emil, it was not Bathe. He stepped backward then, sinking low into the water. He began to wring his hands through his long, soft hair, tossing it once, twice, and scrubbing at his face. Then he looked at her pointedly. ”Bathe.” Finally, he took his nails to his arm, slicing them thinly across the flesh, allowing red marks to be drawn. He let out a low whine and a whimper, clutching at the newly-made injury. ”Pain.”

Perhaps a demonstration would help.

He looked to her once more, to her injuries as they slowly began to close. One hand reached out, touching her arm, gently trailing down. ”Pain?”
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 Posted: Feb 24 2017, 10:37 AM
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615 • Kelpie • Ignorance • Near the water


Still living in the currents you create Still sinking in the pool of your mistakes Oh, I'm coming up for air.
Good feelings danced about joyfully within the belly of Maidie, which was rather unusual considering the rather animalistic desires that always seemed to linger there. Instead of beastly hunger, the desire to drag things below the depths and let the life slowly slip from them as she coils about them like a serpent...pleasure now dwelled within her. Contentment as the water fae accepted the entrails from her, disgusting as they were, and bit off of them.

Dia, she could never do that. Imagine how the bits that would get stuck in her teeth! That would be a pain to get out. Grumbling inwardly, Maidie quietly wished that she could have teeth as strong as his, and the stomach to be able to digest such stuff.

Glad she was, that the water fae had at least some way in communicating with her. It hadn't been often that Maidie had conversed with anyone, in the past week that had felt like an eternity to her. Water fae had scarcely shown themselves to the fellow water spirit, and the fish were rather awful company. They were skittish of her, anyways.

Pain was not her name. Not what she was called. Maidie knew her name, the moment she came to be. It was the first thing she knew, besides that and knowing to consume the walking food, but that was a given.

But...but his name was not Bathe? A crease formed in her brow as he swiped her hand away, a small growl parting from her lips automatically at the gesture. She fell silent once more, as he announced his name.

Emil.

Emil?

EmilEmilEmilEmilEmilEmilEmilEmilEmilEmilEmilEmilEmilEmilEmilEmilEmilEmil-

Maidie let it sink in a bit, testing the name out in her mind. Watching his little demonstration with widened, childlike eyes and a short tilt of her head following. Then, did it finally click...sort of.

A soft whinny escaped her, as she slowly nodded her head, she got it now. Kind of. Those were the sounds you made to describe the actions! Such...such funny sounds. Damned ma bha fhios aice.

By then, her injuries were nearly completely healed, the water having aided in their closure. At the soft touch of his hand, and the repetition of one of the words before, a jerk of her head followed with a shake. No, it did not hurt. It did sting a little bit, this form was awfully sensitive, but she was okay.
Except, the lass didn't exactly know how to say that out loud, so the kelpie just decided to neigh. Quite loudly.
No I am okay. Maidie said, in her horse-y language. It hurt to make the actual sounds for human words, it made her throat feel like a barren and dusty desert!

"E....Eeeee-" But she would try this word. A very important word. Her eyebrows knit with the effort, her tone rising and lowing with pitch and her bottom lip trembling. Tucking her hands into fists, a neigh broke through the word with a raspy tone, but she got it out. "Ee-...me-...miiiiil."

A bright grin awkwardly pulled at her lips, seemingly twitching at the unusual expression upon her face, it was not used to it. Bouncing forward a bit, the lass leaned forward and promptly began nuzzling him, much like an excited puppy would. Or in her case, an excited pony.

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 Posted: Mar 1 2017, 01:17 AM
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He was not one to prefer the taste of human flesh, certainly not their innards. There was a saying among the Stromkarlen - that should one consume a human’s whole body, he or she would then become one. Should the human consume the whole of a Stromkarl, he or she would return to his form once more - but in both cases he or she must live with the knowledge that to gain form, they sacrificed that very part of themselves. Of course, he didn’t know if it was true, but a part of him was disturbed by the legend itself, by the fact it existed at all. The thought alone was disturbing.

Still, she had offered it to him as a gesture of thanks. It was therefore necessary to accept it. If he could at least communicate gratitude in this way, without words, that would certainly be easier than explaining to her….yet another several words that she, herself, was not prepared to know. Not yet, at least. She was...still too early in her linguistic development. Names - names he could teach her. Objects. Concepts….those were proving to be more difficult, as demonstrated by the nature of pain. She knew what pain was - but the word for it, the word was strange to her.

She watched him now, watched him, as he desperately attempted to convey language to her through gesture and word both. Emil. He was Emil. That was his name. The soft sound she gave made him believe that perhaps….she understood, then. He watched her with quiet intrigue, observing as the injuries healed themselves. The water had truly accepted her as one of its kin; he had not been...certain, for a time, but now he was - the fae was absolutely deserving of her title as kin, and he absolutely had to take her for his own, raise her into maturity. She seemed to understand this time, however, when he asked of her pain. A shake of her head. No. She was not hurting. Emil trilled quietly, a sound of approval.

A sound left her then, and Emil stood straighter. Eeee- ….what was it she was trying to say? There was a word upon her tongue, certainly. The tongue of the land folk was….difficult on her throat, it seemed. That was understandable; as she was no longer one of them, she was….better suited to the sounds of the kelpie. They were a distant cousin of his own. Perhaps in communicating with her….it would be best if he took the form of the Brook Horse. He could produce the proper sounds then. Regardless she did manage...to speak his name.

He blinked once, twice as she came forward, bumping against him softly. It was an affectionate gesture. Ah but….with her fed now….he had many questions for her, many that he could not ask her in a way she would understand. He gently brushed her face, returning the affection with a soft trill, before he stood back, wading in the water and allowing the rippling form of the great white horse with a mane of water to take his place. It was beautiful too, but with beauty in another form.

He could speak her tongue now, yes? Soft neighs and whinnies, the language of the river-horses.

Do you know how you came to be here, waterkin?
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 Posted: Mar 6 2017, 09:13 AM
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615 • Kelpie • Ignorance • Near the water


Still living in the currents you create Still sinking in the pool of your mistakes Oh, I'm coming up for air.
He was a....Emil was a strange one, to her, a being of confidence and all-knowing knowledge.
At least, that was what Maidie saw when she studied him. Emil knew a lot of things, like the strange words that seemed rather hopeless for her to grasp in this short of time. The kelpie was curious for such knowledge, wisdom that she was sure he had.

Even from the scolding that he had given her, correcting her on mistakenly associating his name as Pain, the sense of fulfillment on learning his name and at least a decent grasp of the words was wonderful in her eyes.

On the topic of pain however, Maidie was the least bit worried. The lashing she had received hadn't caused the most pleasant of feelings truly, but the soothing touch of the water was enough to close the wounds in less than a few moments. He needn't worry about her lacerations, it was nearly funny to the water fae.

The feeling of his name parting from her lips gave her such a sense of accomplishment! The strange words were terribly hard to pronounce, to shape within her throat and release from upon her tongue. Her voice was raspy and interrupted often by the calls of a kelpie, but the word was clear all the same. Sgoinneil!

Affection...this was something the kelpie hadn't felt before. Not in the few short weeks from her birth, only ravenous hunger and predatory instinct surged through her. The fish were far too scared to stray near her, and other kelpie had been hesitant to even approach one another. Hunting grounds were useless when they grew too crowded.

A soft whinny of pleasure escaped her as he brushed his hand along her face, and her attention was soon pulled back to him once more as the fellow water fae stood back. Before her eyes, the man seemed to transform into a familiar creature, a brilliant white horse yet...with a mane of water.

Maidie's eyes widened, along with a nicker of excitement escaping her. He was horse kin too! Wading forward towards him, the tops of Maidie's delicate hands brushed the surface of the murky water that went just past her bare waist.

Emil, you are-? The words, spoken through the neigh of a horse parted from her, until she had fallen silent from his sudden question. Understanding it loud and clear, a short tilt of her head followed while a look of thoughtfulness twitched upon her facial features.

The loch was where I emerged, not too long ago. Maidie chimed, thin fingers tracing patterns upon the water. Her top lip twitched however as a sudden disturbance was felt in her mouth. Moving a hand up, the kelpie casually picked a piece of fine cloth stuck between her teeth. How did you find me?

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 Posted: Mar 8 2017, 02:05 AM
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Old • Stromkarl • Corruption • Water


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The water had accepted her as kin. That was clear enough in that the injuries she had sustained were closing so swiftly; even Emil, tarnished Prince of the Helge, was not so gifted; he could control the waters and make them respond to his bidding, but they would not soothe his pain. The water had a healing touch with Maidie, which in turn told him that she had won the approval of nature. He, then, had nothing to feel disgusted by - even if she did bear the stench of the land folk, to a small degree. Even if she had once been among the Land Folk.

However it was that the water had chosen her - or why - he could not know. He had left this one to die and be consumed by the fish, yet fate gave her something more, an opportunity to be something greater. She had desired him as a human and that had been her own condemnation. But perhaps she was not so impure, if the water had restored her. There had been something he missed, there had to have been, if she - a simple land maiden caught in the throes of her desires - could be transformed into a beast of beauty and excellence.

Ah but...he had done quite enough musing, now. It was time for him to speak with her candidly now, properly now, as he should have from the beginning. Yet, he had wanted to see how much she could learn in a short time. The answer was….not very much, but then, she was but a babe by fae standards. He would teach her in time. She would learn in time. He allowed his body to melt away into the form of the brook horse - something akin to her own figure, one which she would find familiar. And, one which would allow them to speak properly. She had earned it.

She had not anticipated him to be one of her kin. Emil gave a soft snort, a puff of air. I am not yours, but akin to your being. I am from the Stromkarlen clan of the River Helge.” It would hopefully serve for an answer. But, she had come to answer his own question now - a question which had riddled him all this while. The lochs had kept her here, but she did not appear to remember anything beyond that. She would, most likely, have spoken of her death had she any memory. She was, then, truly made a babe, her memory wiped. Emil bowed his head, snorting once again as she spoke to him.

How had he found her….

You stink of the land folk.” His words were not kind, but they were not unkind either - they were simply honest. ”I could track your scent with ease. I was trying to tell you that you needed to wash, to remove their scent. You will never be seen as a water fae if you smell of the land.”
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