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 Dancing with the water, OPEN THREAD
played by YvonneYokai49 posts
1,213 years
Waitress
13 points
Sometimes it's easier to run
Then it ever will be to trust someone
Money could buy you a lot of things. Clothing, food, home, cars, even friendships if you didn't mind the shallow type that meant very little to you. It could buy you protection, happiness if you're shallow, satisfaction if you were a physical person. What it couldn't buy was total and complete peace. Where your mind is soothed, and your body is calm. When the problems of the world fade away, the mortals that tied you, bound you for a hundred and fifty years were gone. You didn't have to worry about trusting anyone, about guarding yourself, about putting on a show or n act for those around you so they saw only what you wished them to see.

That was what it was like now. Two in the morning, darkness save for the light of the semi-full moon that shone over head. The air was frigid at such a time in Staten Island, the impending winter very obvious on the breeze that kicked in off the calmly moving waters of the ocean. It lapped at the sand, drifted across it and caressed it, reaching frothy fingers up the ankles of the woman standing there in silence. Frigid or not it hadn't stoped Daevika from shedding the loose dress she had worn, and it lay in a haphazard pile over her tote, sandals, and various other items she had brought along with her, covering it in a display that said she had dropped it there without much thought.

What she stood in was a vividly colored bikini (see outfit link for more details), its straps along the hips hugging her body tightly. Despite the frigid temperature she didn't seem to be the least bit bothered by it. Not even as the salt spray of the ocean spritzed the front of her body, the wind that caused it sending the wild array of brown curls around her face, shoulders, wrapping lightly along her throat before they all bounced right back into place. For that brief moment her lashes fluttered down over both eyes, a smile playing over her lips.

The only sound aside from the ocean washing up the shore was the soft music (link above) that drifted from her phone, the only item ontop of the dress and not covered by its splay. Calm and filling the area. For a while she was absolutely still, letting her toes sink into the sand as the water washed up higher over her lower calves and the tide came in just a bit more. Very slowly her hands came up from her body towards the front, fingers cupped around her palms. As both hands drifted higher, the water in front of her seemed to seperate. Two balls formed from the liquid, ever swirling and moving, undulating within themselves as they seemed to trail behind the travel of her hands.

Each hand drifted fluidly upwards over her head, and with them the orbs of water trailed, leaving a trail of liquid behind in the air like twins tails. She didn't stop moving there, her figure moved, turning slowly to the side as her arms trailed about her fluidly, feet pushing through wet sand, eyes still closed as she moved. A dance, of sorts, slow and fluid in movement, her body undulated and shifted, her hips rocked to the side and her right leg lifted up behind her. With it arched another orb of water, trailing along behind the lift of her foot as she arched her back and dipped her head back.

Made By Yvonne
played by LiaTande / Enforcer37 posts
years
Bar Owner - Full Moon
6 points
@Yvonne
Notes: Searching and hey what's this??
Waking up one morning to discover that your beast had changed from a wolf to a lion was odd, to say the least. It was a small comfort that others had experienced the same confusion that she had. But before Echo really had time to bond with her new Pride, one of their own had been taken. Not just anyone, the Rex. Understandably, the pride was shaken and Hannah upset. She'd seen this before with JJ and then Draven's disappearance. So when she could, Echo was out, prowling and searching for any sign of where he had gone and what happened.

When you didn't have a clue on where to start searching, Staten Island was as good a place as any. Running along the beach, Echo came to a stop when she saw the woman by the water wearing only a bikini. The chill in the air nipped at Echo's ears and made her nose red in spite of her lycan warmth, and yet the stranger seemed unbothered. More than that, she was almost in a trance as orbs of water began to form and follow her movements. A witch, perhaps? There had to be a potion or something to keep warm in such frigid temperatures. The stranger moved fluidly, as if this were something she'd done a million times before. In spite of her mission, Echo stayed put and watched, not wanting to interrupt whatever ritual or dance the woman was enjoying. If she turned from the water, she would see Echo standing there, some distance away but observing.


played by SlapshotMember11 posts
510 years
Sculptor/Community College Art Teacher
39 points
Florentino was taking his time, exploring the shores of New York City. He’d never heard of this place, although apparently the city harbored the largest culmination of humans in the world. Tino had seen the skyscrapers from a distance, all reaching out impressively to where even the clouds couldn’t escape them, but he hadn’t yet traversed through the concrete streets. He was intimidated, the largest town he’d ever been to a pre-colonial Barcelona, which was impressive , yet lacked to generate a certain awe. It wasn’t the temple of human pride (or arrogance) like New York City was.

Tino wanted to paint it. He had set up shop on a beach, on Staten Island, where the city of New York yawned before the dark waters, standing tall and pretty, waiting for Tino’s brush to create it on a canvas. He was in his human form, as he found it easier to stand before a canvas with two human legs rather than his broad devil fish tail. And then he let his brush do the work. Tino found himself in a zone while he did, where he could tune nearly everything else out and just paint. It was hard to do at first, as when the sun started to move above him, the shadows changed and still-life was still no more. It often jarred him out of the experience. But the cityscape was far enough where Tino didn’t have to worry about the shifting shadows or changing light. He used his own style that did a lot for some creative licensing, meaning he didn’t have to go strictly by what the sun or moon deviated. It helped that it was night time as well, where shadows stayed, encompassing.

He held a tiny light lantern by his canvas. As an herbivorous merrow, he wasn’t gifted with night-sight, but the lantern light was all he really needed. When you painted as long as he did, as cheesy as it sounded, you became the brush and knew its movements as well as your own. An extension of himself that could recall where exactly he placed his lines and figures. So he was okay with only having a tiny, electric lantern beside him.

Suddenly, he grew displeased with where he was. The wind was buffeting the canvas stand, causing it to tip over on more than one occasion, and the chill was making his fingers stiff. Scoffing, Tino decided to pack up his art things and perhaps move somewhere else, or better yet, come another night. Using his lantern to guide him, he found a stick and stuck it upright in the sand where he stood. Hopefully it was enough to signal that this is where he stood, before holstering the canvas and stand under his armpit and walking further inland, ready to make the trek to the beach house.

Tino wasn’t aware of the woman doing her water dance on the shore near him. She may have noticed him well before he noticed her, as he approached as a lantern bobbing in the darkness. But he tripped over something (having not been totally accustomed to his land legs), causing the lantern and his painting to fly into the water.

Mierda!” Tino cussed, scattering to pick up his things.

played by YvonneYokai49 posts
1,213 years
Waitress
13 points
Sometimes it's easier to run
Then it ever will be to trust someone
Oh she knew they were there. KNew because there was a disturbance in her silence, in her peace. To one side a woman, she'd seen her from the corner of her doe like brown eyes, caught her movement than her non-movement when she'd stopped. Dae wasn't a shy creature, and therefore the eyes on her didn't stop her. She continued to move, the balls of water arched up and over her head as she arched her body, brought her foot upwards, balanced evenly on the toes of the other.

The woman may not have stopped her, hell the bobbing lantern to her other side hadn't stopped her. What did was the sudden clatter of noise and yelling that caused her lashes to flutter open over brown hues as she lowered her feet to the sand and surf, allowing the balls of water to lose form and simply drop back into the ocean itself. Her head tilted, those chocolate curls of hers fluttering about her own freckled features as she considered the ordeal, before her hand lifted and moved. Water abruptly stilled where the lantern and painting had flopped into it, before it rushed to the sides and back, completely clearing the area and leaving both items, and whatever else he'd dropped, sitting on wet sand while the water itself reared up and back into a clear ever moving liquid wall surrounding the spot.

"And the still of the night is disrupted by the patter of hearts, and the drifting of thoughts." She said it more than loud enough to be heard, a smile dancing over her lips as her head slowly cocked to the side and she eyed the male for a moment, holding the water at bay so that he could retrieve his items. Likewise to woman to her other side received the same look, eyebrows lofted high over brown hues, ignoring the shift and bounce of curls as they moved at will across her features, throat, and shoulders with the back and forth movement of the sea breeze itself. "No point in standing at bay now, love, it seems quiet is gone." She said this to the woman with a soft laugh, her head swiveling in the other direction to once more watch the male.

Made By Yvonne

played by LiaTande / Enforcer37 posts
years
Bar Owner - Full Moon
6 points
Echo could hear someone walking by, but she didn’t pay any attention until she heard him exclaim. She turned to check on him, and picked up a paintbrush that had landed near where she was standing. Echo frowned, seeing his painting end up in the water. What a waste, she thought, only to see the water flow away from the painting. Perhaps the stranger was some type of water wtich?

I was just admiring your work..You’re quite talented. Even as Echo said it, she knew it sounded a bit lame. But sometimes that was just how things worked out. I’m Echo. Once the painter had retrieved his painting, she continued. I think you dropped this. She held it out for him to take. This was certainly turning out to be an interesting evening. She hadn’t expected to run into one person, let alone two.

played by SlapshotMember11 posts
510 years
Sculptor/Community College Art Teacher
39 points
The merrow watched the waves retreat around him, blinking a little as he turned to the side to face the naga. She had stopped her dancing ritual, although she didn’t seem annoyed by Tino’s presence and subsequent disturbance. In fact she was giving him a gentle smile, almost like an answer to an unspoken apology. Tino was taken aback at first, but he hastily went about to pick up the rest of his canvas and art supplies. Unfortunately, most of the stuff was unsalvageable. The paint had run from the canvas, creating a milky, abstract form of colors as opposed to a coherent skyline that Tino had intended for the painting to be. Some of it bled into the sand below to be swept away by the waves again while most of the brushes had been lost to the sea. Only the lantern was in tact, which Tino picked up to survey the graveyard of his beloved art supplies. Tino gave a disappointed sigh, shaking his head to himself, before he turned to the woman who was previously engaged in her yoga ritual (or whatever she was doing just moments before).

”I am sorry for disturbing you,” Tino said, bowing his freckled head in shame. ”I should be more careful. It is hard to see in the darkness.” The merrow was a tad better had detecting shapes and forms in the night than a regular human, although he did need to rely on his lantern to scope out details. He could see the shape of another woman coming near, if not by light then by her scent, which was not human although at this point Tino was aware of the strong supernatural presence in New York City.

”Ah, gracias,” Tino said, smiling and quickly putting his sopping wet canvas under his armpit while he took the paintbrush from her outstretched hand. There wasn’t much he could do with it so he pocketed the brush in his cargo shorts. ”To be honest, I thought it was just me creeping around the beach at this hour,“ Tino lifted his lantern, trying to bring the two women’s faces into few without blinding them with the light (although it was a rather soft one).


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