==>Delvin: Go swimming
Your jaw dropped, and your eyes were drawn to the glowing objects. Suddenly everything seemed brighter. You dashed around with newfound vigor, even if you did hit a few walls. Eventually, you became lost. That was a problem. “Uhh, help? Leacre? How do I get out of here?!” You assume the belly-up position to rise as high as you could. Sadly that was merely to the ceiling.
That outcome was the least bit uprising to anyone but the violet blood who just watched with a confused expression as the male ran off to explore all of the treasure. Slowly stepping down the stairs of his home Leacre would open one of the large wooden doors that had slammed shut with the force of water fallowing Delvin when he had run in.
“A bit of a trea~ure fanatic are you?” The sea dweller let out a small giggle while he pushed aside some of the sparkling gold and nicknacks to make a path to the door.“No. I don’t know why something so simple made me do that. Oh hush!” You motor boat in the water around you. You followed the path, hopefully to the exit. It wouldn’t be long before he changed back. “Treasure isn’t special, but……maybe it was that stupid magic I was placed under.”
“=e=e well it wa~ a rat=er cute di~play” the violet blood stated as he swam out the front gate of the castle to sit on one of the rocks that lay beyond it, staring beyond the glass of the fishbowl he called home he could see all forms of the aquatic life, including a few giant fish beasts in the distance that thankfully where not close enough to pray on either of them.
==>Delvin: Go swimming
“Oh, I’m sorry I just wanted to say glub.” You became slightly distraught. “I didn’t think it meant much….” You allow yourself to float around the hive, behind Leacre. Any attractiveness ordinarily found would be none now. “I’m still here remember.” You said this as he changed. With you being upside-down, there was little room to care for the situation anymore. “Are you comfortable now?” It was boring to be down here. The hive was beautiful, but that was so long as it kept your interest. Once that passed you, it became increasingly unimportant.
Well that was rather surprising to say the least, still wearing the bathing suit underneath his clothing, he would turn to the blue blood raising a brow. His hive was far from boring, the only reason it appeared so was more then likely Delvin’s fault. Humming to himself the violet blood floated over to the male,”Ye~, and don’t act so di~intere~ted by my =ive… I know it’~ not muc= but at least I =ave ~=innie~.” He pointed toward most of the gold, jewelry, and treasure chests that pooled around and in his house in piles.
Your jaw dropped, and your eyes were drawn to the glowing objects. Suddenly everything seemed brighter. You dashed around with newfound vigor, even if you did hit a few walls. Eventually, you became lost. That was a problem. “Uhh, help? Leacre? How do I get out of here?!” You assume the belly-up position to rise as high as you could. Sadly that was merely to the ceiling.
That outcome was the least bit uprising to anyone but the violet blood who just watched with a confused expression as the male ran off to explore all of the treasure. Slowly stepping down the stairs of his home Leacre would open one of the large wooden doors that had slammed shut with the force of water fallowing Delvin when he had run in.
“A bit of a trea~ure fanatic are you?” The sea dweller let out a small giggle while he pushed aside some of the sparkling gold and nicknacks to make a path to the door.
==>Delvin: Go swimming
“Uh huh.” After what happened last time, you don’t trust either troll. The underwater hive was the same as before. Then, you didn’t need gills anyway. “What?” You tailed him the entire time, getting used to swimming without being clumsy. The venture was difficult, but you made it. “Glub.” At last you tried it, but it wasn’t as addictive as you’ve heard.
“well Glub to you to! ~=ee~=… I ~aid I wa~ ~orry… I cannot control Ercael..” He stated while walking into the large stone castle with a few murmurs to himself echoing in the hallways within. Of course as soon as he was in his room he tossed on his favorite jeans, black shirt, and purple blazer-jacket. The thought Delvin may be fallowing him to the room never crossed the sea dwellers mind.
“Oh, I’m sorry I just wanted to say glub.” You became slightly distraught. “I didn’t think it meant much….” You allow yourself to float around the hive, behind Leacre. Any attractiveness ordinarily found would be none now. “I’m still here remember.” You said this as he changed. With you being upside-down, there was little room to care for the situation anymore. “Are you comfortable now?” It was boring to be down here. The hive was beautiful, but that was so long as it kept your interest. Once that passed you, it became increasingly unimportant.
Well that was rather surprising to say the least, still wearing the bathing suit underneath his clothing, he would turn to the blue blood raising a brow. His hive was far from boring, the only reason it appeared so was more then likely Delvin’s fault. Humming to himself the violet blood floated over to the male,”Ye~, and don’t act so di~intere~ted by my =ive… I know it’~ not muc= but at least I =ave ~=innie~.” He pointed toward most of the gold, jewelry, and treasure chests that pooled around and in his house in piles.
==>Delvin: Go swimming
The bubble blowing looked neat, so you made a fish face and blew bubbles. “Anons. It was most likely them,” he hissed. They are the reason you need to relax, and yet the reason how you are as well. “Stick with me okay? If anything sneaky is going in that head of yours, there will be hell to pay.” From the start you were stern. “Of course its cursed. Can’t you wear something over it?” You squeezed his cheeks together. Blushing like a fool was unbecoming, and you just didn’t like it. “I’ll escort you to your hive, seeing as I can actually swim to it now.”
“tru~t me not=ing ~neaky i~ going into my =ead!” Once more he huffed as he swam in front of the male slowly heading into the deeper reaches of the water until the pressure began to become rather harsh. The only thing that helped brighten the way was a glowing fish bowel at the ocean floor that contained a castle like structure full of gold. Once entering the waters of the bowel the pressure would lift and the water worked like normal oxygen that you could float with. The whole swim Leacre would stop to make sure Delvin was behind him.
“Uh huh.” After what happened last time, you don’t trust either troll. The underwater hive was the same as before. Then, you didn’t need gills anyway. “What?” You tailed him the entire time, getting used to swimming without being clumsy. The venture was difficult, but you made it. “Glub.” At last you tried it, but it wasn’t as addictive as you’ve heard.
“well Glub to you to! ~=ee~=… I ~aid I wa~ ~orry… I cannot control Ercael..” He stated while walking into the large stone castle with a few murmurs to himself echoing in the hallways within. Of course as soon as he was in his room he tossed on his favorite jeans, black shirt, and purple blazer-jacket. The thought Delvin may be fallowing him to the room never crossed the sea dwellers mind.
==>Delvin: Go swimming
“…..Get in the water. Come on.” You go below the surface, enough for there to be only ripples where you were peeping out from. It was him, or at least what his behavior matches up to. After a moment, he swam up to Leacre’s legs and drags him down. “Can’t you change?” That was his main question. Why was he here, and why hadn’t he retrieved a change of clothes. Your clothes were close to the water, but you would get them later.
Gave out a startled yelp when his ankle was grabbed and the other male dragged him under the surface of the water. He was only here because he lived near this beach and had just gotten there.. he had planned to attempt to change when he got to his hive, but on the way he saw Delvin and stopped. Face becoming deep violet Leacre would look to the side blowing a few bubbles in a huff.
“well… I wa~ kinda t=rown into thi~ and ~ent to ~ome unknown city…. I wa~ gonna try and c=ange when I got =ome, w=ic= isn’t far from here…. and earlier I tried to take t=e~e off but t=ey wont come off… I t=ink t=ier cur~ed”
The bubble blowing looked neat, so you made a fish face and blew bubbles. “Anons. It was most likely them,” he hissed. They are the reason you need to relax, and yet the reason how you are as well. “Stick with me okay? If anything sneaky is going in that head of yours, there will be hell to pay.” From the start you were stern. “Of course its cursed. Can’t you wear something over it?” You squeezed his cheeks together. Blushing like a fool was unbecoming, and you just didn’t like it. “I’ll escort you to your hive, seeing as I can actually swim to it now.”
“tru~t me not=ing ~neaky i~ going into my =ead!” Once more he huffed as he swam in front of the male slowly heading into the deeper reaches of the water until the pressure began to become rather harsh. The only thing that helped brighten the way was a glowing fish bowel at the ocean floor that contained a castle like structure full of gold. Once entering the waters of the bowel the pressure would lift and the water worked like normal oxygen that you could float with. The whole swim Leacre would stop to make sure Delvin was behind him.
Unfamiliar Atmosphere much?((this is an open RP))
Yet as the scrawny sea slipped by Bander couldn’t help but snag an oddly confused peek at whoever-the-fuck just scurried, it was only when he went to pay for his moon flower seed that he snickered out loud at the whole passing idea
“Oh fuck everything… I’m going to go feed the birds!”
Then chuckled the sea dweller as he left the store only when the crowd shock died down.
Once the other was leaving the store the violet blood poked his head out the door with a smile. He had the towel draped over him like a blanket practically as he exited the building, he headed down the right sidewalk, rather closely securing the towel to himself while he traveled…. hopefully that was the last of the other fish troll he would see for the night.
“now… If I ju~t… knew w=ere I wa~…”
“Coo~ coo~ coo~”
Then chirped a group of moon fowl as a whole horde of them gathered upon the tops and eves of buildings so they could feed with the familiar assassin.
“There we go~”
Purred Bander as he took to sitting with his feathered friends who at the time were his only companions upon Chamel’s departure.
Looking like he was wearing a cape with a hood the violet blood traveled further through the streets when he heard the cooing. It sounded like that man from earlier! Why was luck so against him today? looking around hectically he tried to locate the other before his eyes set on the male with his feathered friends…. not noticing Leacre, thank god. Smiling inwardly the sea dweller tried to continue walking before he stepped on the end of his large beach towel and tripped over himself till he was no longer ‘cloaked’ with a loud ‘Eep!’
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==>Delvin: Go swimming
Once you heard someone’s voice, you panicked for a moment. Your body sunk like lead before seeing someone’s legs. You peeked your eyes above the surface to find the familiar sea troll. Which one was it though, Leacre or Ercael? You weren’t going to go toward him so easily. “Yeah?” Your thoughts were centered on one. “What….what are….you wearing?”
‘L-Let’~ not talk about t=at please?” The boy quivered in humiliation as he swam down to meet with the other. Of course who ever this was knew him…. and was a sea dweller… but was it really one of the two blue bloods? when had they gone and had their spectrum changed so that they where sea dwellers? or rather what had caused the change one might as,”w=at about you? =ow are you a ~ea dweller?”
“Hmmmm.” You didn’t really care about those circumstances. The only thing you wanted to do was relax. “What do you mean? Some faceless’s magic changed me for the day. I just thought I would learn how to swim since I can’t drown.” As long as your boxers were around your waist, you were okay. “Now which one are you? Don’t play dumb either.” The last time you encountered this sea dweller, he was a different troll. You didn’t want to take any chances. The look in your eyes showed you wouldn’t hesitate to ask him to leave promptly.
“I’m Leacre… don’t worry… I mean… Ercael is =ere…. but =e’~ ~leeping or w=at I am wearing would… Well… I’d probobly wake up in a ~tranger’~ bed” With a huff the male turned around crossing his arm…. got he wished the magic on this outfit would wear off soon! It was far too embarrassing for him, He knew the other’s eyes where going along his back too, he felt them leering at his figure. Of course being who he was the sea dweller began to fidget before blurting out,”would you ~top ~taring plea~e?”
“…..Get in the water. Come on.” You go below the surface, enough for there to be only ripples where you were peeping out from. It was him, or at least what his behavior matches up to. After a moment, he swam up to Leacre’s legs and drags him down. “Can’t you change?” That was his main question. Why was he here, and why hadn’t he retrieved a change of clothes. Your clothes were close to the water, but you would get them later.
Gave out a startled yelp when his ankle was grabbed and the other male dragged him under the surface of the water. He was only here because he lived near this beach and had just gotten there.. he had planned to attempt to change when he got to his hive, but on the way he saw Delvin and stopped. Face becoming deep violet Leacre would look to the side blowing a few bubbles in a huff.
“well… I wa~ kinda t=rown into thi~ and ~ent to ~ome unknown city…. I wa~ gonna try and c=ange when I got =ome, w=ic= isn’t far from here…. and earlier I tried to take t=e~e off but t=ey wont come off… I t=ink t=ier cur~ed”
==>Delvin: Go swimming
Once you heard someone’s voice, you panicked for a moment. Your body sunk like lead before seeing someone’s legs. You peeked your eyes above the surface to find the familiar sea troll. Which one was it though, Leacre or Ercael? You weren’t going to go toward him so easily. “Yeah?” Your thoughts were centered on one. “What….what are….you wearing?”
‘L-Let’~ not talk about t=at please?” The boy quivered in humiliation as he swam down to meet with the other. Of course who ever this was knew him…. and was a sea dweller… but was it really one of the two blue bloods? when had they gone and had their spectrum changed so that they where sea dwellers? or rather what had caused the change one might as,”w=at about you? =ow are you a ~ea dweller?”
“Hmmmm.” You didn’t really care about those circumstances. The only thing you wanted to do was relax. “What do you mean? Some faceless’s magic changed me for the day. I just thought I would learn how to swim since I can’t drown.” As long as your boxers were around your waist, you were okay. “Now which one are you? Don’t play dumb either.” The last time you encountered this sea dweller, he was a different troll. You didn’t want to take any chances. The look in your eyes showed you wouldn’t hesitate to ask him to leave promptly.
“I’m Leacre… don’t worry… I mean… Ercael is =ere…. but =e’~ ~leeping or w=at I am wearing would… Well… I’d probobly wake up in a ~tranger’~ bed” With a huff the male turned around crossing his arm…. got he wished the magic on this outfit would wear off soon! It was far too embarrassing for him, He knew the other’s eyes where going along his back too, he felt them leering at his figure. Of course being who he was the sea dweller began to fidget before blurting out,”would you ~top ~taring plea~e?”
Unfamiliar Atmosphere much?((this is an open RP))
In the midst of the wild jungle known as the big city the violet blood finds himself standing within a rather large crowd of people wearing nothing but a form fitting bikini that would rather define the sea dwellers boy-parts while at the same time barely covering his chest. Face flushed with the color of his blood Leacre would have to hold in ever ounce of his humiliation, even when teenage males would stop to admire the ‘view’. THIS WAS FAR FROM SOMETHING THE SEA TROLL WANTED! Yet he had no power to change or to remember what got him mixed up in such a risque situation. Out of pure anxiety the boy would rub the front of his left foot against the back of his right leg, the sound of his flip flops the only thing to keep all the leering eyes and voices from entering his mind.
Meanwhile another boy was staring, not at Leacer, but at a far larger target that was lumbering through the crowd.
So with a slight leap of faith and a bit of persuasion the fellow sea troll landed on the ground with a prominent thud as he nearly rammed the fish boy and a few others out of his way so he could pursuit his hefty blue blooded target.
“Out of my way!”
He then hissed as the hooded assassin took leave after the other.
With a slight eep of dismay at such a sudden attack that seemed directed at him the violet blood fell on his rump with a soft ‘oof’ before looking at the other sea dweller completely at a loss for words. Of course it was obvious the stranger had yet to notice the smaller boy’s attire and for that Leacre was rather glad…. he hoped… despite how in your face it was, that the other would not notice. The other thing that relieved him was that the other male had been looking in the direction of someone else allowing him to slip away and try to walk away…,”Maybe a ~tore i~ nearby and I can buy ~omet=ing to cover up wit=.”
However the fuchsia blood had no time to notice or care about the boy’s skimpy outfit as he tracked his prey through the dismal sea of orange horns before finally killing him, and as the masses gathered in morbid curiosity the sea troll slipped away by ducking into a small clothing shop.
“How bland… I wonder if they have any bird seed?”
Then questioned the hooded male as he took to placing the now bloodied feather in his Modus for safe keeping.
FUCK all of his luck, he was so close to fucking ditching the prick who had so rudely bumped into him(still thankful that the man had not noticed his clothing!)… okay… maybe if he hid in the changing rooms it would keep the guy from finding him? Fortune was not on Leacre’s side either as the only thing the store sold where bikini’s, towels and similar things, simply no men’s garments… SO after grabbing a towel and quickly paying for it the sea dweller hid himself in one of the changing stalls of the building hoping that whoever this person would go away, without seeing him.
Yet as the scrawny sea slipped by Bander couldn’t help but snag an oddly confused peek at whoever-the-fuck just scurried, it was only when he went to pay for his moon flower seed that he snickered out loud at the whole passing idea
“Oh fuck everything… I’m going to go feed the birds!”
Then chuckled the sea dweller as he left the store only when the crowd shock died down.
Once the other was leaving the store the violet blood poked his head out the door with a smile. He had the towel draped over him like a blanket practically as he exited the building, he headed down the right sidewalk, rather closely securing the towel to himself while he traveled…. hopefully that was the last of the other fish troll he would see for the night.
“now… If I ju~t… knew w=ere I wa~…”
==>Delvin: Go swimming
After realizing you can try to teach yourself how to swim without fear of drowning, you strip to your boxers and search for somewhere to swim. You go to the nearest body of water, and dive right in. The bottom was scary once you opened your eyes. Your gils took in the water and oxygen, so you take in a deep breath. Being a violet blood is pretty fun, since you’ve been a land dwelling troll all of your life. It took five minutes of flailing to figure out how to propel yourself through the water. Once you stop moving, you begin to float to the surface and sigh. The moon was beautiful and comforting.
Though the situation was rather dismal and he had apparently been in a fucking city….The sea dweller was still in the women’s bathing suit as he swam about trying to calm his nerves when he noticed something that seemed out of the normal. Was that Devlin or Delvin? it couldn’t be… they where land dwellers! where they not? Risking the scolding and possible humiliation his attire would bring him the violet blood swam to the being,” =ello?”
Once you heard someone’s voice, you panicked for a moment. Your body sunk like lead before seeing someone’s legs. You peeked your eyes above the surface to find the familiar sea troll. Which one was it though, Leacre or Ercael? You weren’t going to go toward him so easily. “Yeah?” Your thoughts were centered on one. “What….what are….you wearing?”
‘L-Let’~ not talk about t=at please?” The boy quivered in humiliation as he swam down to meet with the other. Of course who ever this was knew him…. and was a sea dweller… but was it really one of the two blue bloods? when had they gone and had their spectrum changed so that they where sea dwellers? or rather what had caused the change one might as,”w=at about you? =ow are you a ~ea dweller?”
Unfamiliar Atmosphere much?((this is an open RP))
In the midst of the wild jungle known as the big city the violet blood finds himself standing within a rather large crowd of people wearing nothing but a form fitting bikini that would rather define the sea dwellers boy-parts while at the same time barely covering his chest. Face flushed with the color of his blood Leacre would have to hold in ever ounce of his humiliation, even when teenage males would stop to admire the ‘view’. THIS WAS FAR FROM SOMETHING THE SEA TROLL WANTED! Yet he had no power to change or to remember what got him mixed up in such a risque situation. Out of pure anxiety the boy would rub the front of his left foot against the back of his right leg, the sound of his flip flops the only thing to keep all the leering eyes and voices from entering his mind.
Meanwhile another boy was staring, not at Leacer, but at a far larger target that was lumbering through the crowd.
So with a slight leap of faith and a bit of persuasion the fellow sea troll landed on the ground with a prominent thud as he nearly rammed the fish boy and a few others out of his way so he could pursuit his hefty blue blooded target.
“Out of my way!”
He then hissed as the hooded assassin took leave after the other.
With a slight eep of dismay at such a sudden attack that seemed directed at him the violet blood fell on his rump with a soft ‘oof’ before looking at the other sea dweller completely at a loss for words. Of course it was obvious the stranger had yet to notice the smaller boy’s attire and for that Leacre was rather glad…. he hoped… despite how in your face it was, that the other would not notice. The other thing that relieved him was that the other male had been looking in the direction of someone else allowing him to slip away and try to walk away…,”Maybe a ~tore i~ nearby and I can buy ~omet=ing to cover up wit=.”
However the fuchsia blood had no time to notice or care about the boy’s skimpy outfit as he tracked his prey through the dismal sea of orange horns before finally killing him, and as the masses gathered in morbid curiosity the sea troll slipped away by ducking into a small clothing shop.
“How bland… I wonder if they have any bird seed?”
Then questioned the hooded male as he took to placing the now bloodied feather in his Modus for safe keeping.
FUCK all of his luck, he was so close to fucking ditching the prick who had so rudely bumped into him(still thankful that the man had not noticed his clothing!)… okay… maybe if he hid in the changing rooms it would keep the guy from finding him? Fortune was not on Leacre’s side either as the only thing the store sold where bikini’s, towels and similar things, simply no men’s garments… SO after grabbing a towel and quickly paying for it the sea dweller hid himself in one of the changing stalls of the building hoping that whoever this person would go away, without seeing him.
==>Delvin: Go swimming
After realizing you can try to teach yourself how to swim without fear of drowning, you strip to your boxers and search for somewhere to swim. You go to the nearest body of water, and dive right in. The bottom was scary once you opened your eyes. Your gils took in the water and oxygen, so you take in a deep breath. Being a violet blood is pretty fun, since you’ve been a land dwelling troll all of your life. It took five minutes of flailing to figure out how to propel yourself through the water. Once you stop moving, you begin to float to the surface and sigh. The moon was beautiful and comforting.
Though the situation was rather dismal and he had apparently been in a fucking city….The sea dweller was still in the women’s bathing suit as he swam about trying to calm his nerves when he noticed something that seemed out of the normal. Was that Devlin or Delvin? it couldn’t be… they where land dwellers! where they not? Risking the scolding and possible humiliation his attire would bring him the violet blood swam to the being,” =ello?”
Unfamiliar Atmosphere much?((this is an open RP))
In the midst of the wild jungle known as the big city the violet blood finds himself standing within a rather large crowd of people wearing nothing but a form fitting bikini that would rather define the sea dwellers boy-parts while at the same time barely covering his chest. Face flushed with the color of his blood Leacre would have to hold in ever ounce of his humiliation, even when teenage males would stop to admire the ‘view’. THIS WAS FAR FROM SOMETHING THE SEA TROLL WANTED! Yet he had no power to change or to remember what got him mixed up in such a risque situation. Out of pure anxiety the boy would rub the front of his left foot against the back of his right leg, the sound of his flip flops the only thing to keep all the leering eyes and voices from entering his mind.
Meanwhile another boy was staring, not at Leacer, but at a far larger target that was lumbering through the crowd.
So with a slight leap of faith and a bit of persuasion the fellow sea troll landed on the ground with a prominent thud as he nearly rammed the fish boy and a few others out of his way so he could pursuit his hefty blue blooded target.
“Out of my way!”
He then hissed as the hooded assassin took leave after the other.
With a slight eep of dismay at such a sudden attack that seemed directed at him the violet blood fell on his rump with a soft ‘oof’ before looking at the other sea dweller completely at a loss for words. Of course it was obvious the stranger had yet to notice the smaller boy’s attire and for that Leacre was rather glad…. he hoped… despite how in your face it was, that the other would not notice. The other thing that relieved him was that the other male had been looking in the direction of someone else allowing him to slip away and try to walk away…,”Maybe a ~tore i~ nearby and I can buy ~omet=ing to cover up wit=.”
Unfamiliar Atmosphere much?((this is an open RP))
In the midst of the wild jungle known as the big city the violet blood finds himself standing within a rather large crowd of people wearing nothing but a form fitting bikini that would rather define the sea dwellers boy-parts while at the same time barely covering his chest. Face flushed with the color of his blood Leacre would have to hold in ever ounce of his humiliation, even when teenage males would stop to admire the ‘view’. THIS WAS FAR FROM SOMETHING THE SEA TROLL WANTED! Yet he had no power to change or to remember what got him mixed up in such a risque situation. Out of pure anxiety the boy would rub the front of his left foot against the back of his right leg, the sound of his flip flops the only thing to keep all the leering eyes and voices from entering his mind.
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