Post by Merel on Jun 29, 2009 7:51:40 GMT -5
[Open to everyone can be human, can be Aycayía or anything else what is close by xD]
It was a cold misty morning, where the fog lingered lazily across the icy waters and sunlight barely seemed to penetrate the heavy clouds. The world was at rest while mist engulfed it and covered the ocean in a thick white blanket of moistures air. Seaman were horrified as their eyesight was taken away with this ghoulish weather. And many ships had decided not to depart from the safe port and wait for a better change of the weather. The cries of the invisible seagulls filled the air and gave the cold and desolated world a rather eerie appearance.
There a few miles away from the port, away from the warm little lights behind the windows, SHE was seated upon her stone throne. There at the edge of the water where a boulder arose from the soft sand and she was hidden away from curious eyes Xandra had taken her post.
She had not exactly draped herself elegantly over the cold wet stone, instead she sat there on her haunches, curled up and as little as she could make her tall bodice. Nothing moved, nothing shifted except the few pitch black strains of hair which moved in front of her eyes. Her eyes, crimson and fiery, stared down at the dark waters with a hungry gaze.
Oh she had not tasted the sweet salty flesh of fishpeople in a long time. They were difficult to catch but when she would succeed in such a capture, the reward would be worth it.
Tender soft flesh, with a lovely combination of warm human and fresh fish. With of course a gentile salty afterbite. You could wake her up in the middle of the night for such a dinner, hehe…
With this mist and on a certain distance from the port, Xandra had raised her chances in catching an Aycayía, as the mist made it difficult to notice the dangers on the shore and the port was far away enough for unwanted attention (after all she was hunting and not in the mood of some angry mod with pitchforks and torches and scaring away the fish people with that).
Calm Xandra threw another fish in the calm waves, it’s belly cut open and the entrails draped trough the water. The smell would was strong and prickled her nostrils. The fish she had stolen from the port at night, so it still was rather fresh and edible, and certainly suitable as bait.
The only thing she could do for now was wait upon her stone throne, unnoticed and invisible, part of the cold wet world. It would take a lot of time and patience. What were exactly the two things Xandra had at this current moment…
It had rained this night and the air had a lovely fresh taste in combination with the salt from the waters surrounding her. The temperature was rather enjoyable here…
That was the exact reason why Xandra stayed away from Anastas, far too warm for the female’s taste. She would probably explode from the heat even if she ran around naked.
So instead she had chosen to stick around in Thekla. Perhaps a ridiculous amount of humans, but that would bring only some entertainment for the bitch.
Of course she sooner or later she would move her butt over to Godiva, as the mountains were as attractive to her as was the tasty meat from a fresh kill. But she had other plans before she would travel again, after all it would be a lonely and especially boring travel with no one to pester…
It was a cold misty morning, where the fog lingered lazily across the icy waters and sunlight barely seemed to penetrate the heavy clouds. The world was at rest while mist engulfed it and covered the ocean in a thick white blanket of moistures air. Seaman were horrified as their eyesight was taken away with this ghoulish weather. And many ships had decided not to depart from the safe port and wait for a better change of the weather. The cries of the invisible seagulls filled the air and gave the cold and desolated world a rather eerie appearance.
There a few miles away from the port, away from the warm little lights behind the windows, SHE was seated upon her stone throne. There at the edge of the water where a boulder arose from the soft sand and she was hidden away from curious eyes Xandra had taken her post.
She had not exactly draped herself elegantly over the cold wet stone, instead she sat there on her haunches, curled up and as little as she could make her tall bodice. Nothing moved, nothing shifted except the few pitch black strains of hair which moved in front of her eyes. Her eyes, crimson and fiery, stared down at the dark waters with a hungry gaze.
Oh she had not tasted the sweet salty flesh of fishpeople in a long time. They were difficult to catch but when she would succeed in such a capture, the reward would be worth it.
Tender soft flesh, with a lovely combination of warm human and fresh fish. With of course a gentile salty afterbite. You could wake her up in the middle of the night for such a dinner, hehe…
With this mist and on a certain distance from the port, Xandra had raised her chances in catching an Aycayía, as the mist made it difficult to notice the dangers on the shore and the port was far away enough for unwanted attention (after all she was hunting and not in the mood of some angry mod with pitchforks and torches and scaring away the fish people with that).
Calm Xandra threw another fish in the calm waves, it’s belly cut open and the entrails draped trough the water. The smell would was strong and prickled her nostrils. The fish she had stolen from the port at night, so it still was rather fresh and edible, and certainly suitable as bait.
The only thing she could do for now was wait upon her stone throne, unnoticed and invisible, part of the cold wet world. It would take a lot of time and patience. What were exactly the two things Xandra had at this current moment…
It had rained this night and the air had a lovely fresh taste in combination with the salt from the waters surrounding her. The temperature was rather enjoyable here…
That was the exact reason why Xandra stayed away from Anastas, far too warm for the female’s taste. She would probably explode from the heat even if she ran around naked.
So instead she had chosen to stick around in Thekla. Perhaps a ridiculous amount of humans, but that would bring only some entertainment for the bitch.
Of course she sooner or later she would move her butt over to Godiva, as the mountains were as attractive to her as was the tasty meat from a fresh kill. But she had other plans before she would travel again, after all it would be a lonely and especially boring travel with no one to pester…