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Kelpie has a minion!
Mother of the Sidine
Mother of the Sidine
Kelpie
The
Glacier LegeicaOwner:
DanteAge: 15 years, 9 months, 3 weeks
Born: July 18th, 2008
Adopted: 11 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: May 27th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 386
- Strength: 949
- Defense: 934
- Speed: 933
- Health: 932
- HP: 932/932
- Intelligence: 298
- Books Read: 243
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Stylist
Dusk settled over the land, darkening the sky to shades of slate and teal. Footsteps, slow but steady, fell upon the shore of a silent lake. Murky water crept up to meet the edge of a boot, but the man, lost in thought, paid the water no heed. A glance up at the sky revealed clouds threatening downpours in the oncoming night. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked and the man, glancing towards the noise, took an involuntary step backwards.
At first, only the bottom of a shoe, then a foot, and then a whole leg plunged into the water. I could see the man; I was watching him. He scrambled up the bank as well as he could manage, but by then, he had already disturbed the waters of the lake I call home. The darkness of the water concealed my form from him, but no such impediment obscured my vision. I followed his movements as he found a dry rock on which to sit, taking off his boots in order to drain the water.
My tail swished under the water and I shook my great mane out. Underwater, I pawed the ground softly, impatient to come to the surface. He would come willingly, I thought; his type usually did. Weary from his long journey, he would scarce believe my form when I arose from the water. Disbelieving, but compelled, he would climb onto my back where he would remain even as I dove under the water, even as his lungs gasped for air, until he ceased to struggle.
I prepared to ascend, when I noticed him stoop low to the ground. Curious, I waited and watched as he plucked a small flower from where it lay among the reeds. Something in his face betrayed an incomprehensible sorrow, which struck at my heart like an arrow. Still, it was imperative - inevitable - that I drag his body to the lake's bottom, and yet...
A splash upset the lake's surface tension and the man turned quickly to look. To his surprise, a beautiful young woman floundered in the water, gasping for air. Without hesitation or speculation on how anyone could remain under the water for so long, he jumped in to save her. When at last he laid her body to rest upon the rock, she opened her eyes.
"Brave man," she gasped, "you have saved me. Yet, even now I will die."
She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.
"You cannot die," he protested, enamored by her beauty."I will do anything - anything - to save you. Only let me know what I can do and it shall be done. I will bring you to the nearest town, carrying you if I must."
"No," she exclaimed, suddenly full of energy. "No, I cannot leave the shores of this lake."
Again, her eyes closed softly and the rise and fall of her bosom became shallower with each breath.
"There must be something," the man continued. "Something I can do."
"There is one thing," she said at last.
I was entranced by this man. There was something about that look of lament that set him apart from all the rest. I could not kill him, although that was at first my intention. His look of care warmed my watery soul and I knew I had made the right choice. He would be the one. My one. Forever.
The man set off after hearing the whispers of the lovely maiden. He vowed to return to her side, to be her mate forever; he would only stop at the next village and then he would be back at her side before daybreak. With feeble eyes, the girl watched his retreating figure, hastening into the deepening night.
Her gaze fixed upon the spot where the man had last been, before his form had melded with the shadows. Minutes and then hours passed, yet still she waited. Water dripped from her flowing hair, pooling in the crevices of the rock upon which she rested. The water, which would never cease to fall from her locks, washed over the stone completely. With every passing moment, she seemed to sink deeper and deeper into the water, deeper into despair, as it rose to cover her.
Foolish man! I should never have trusted him. I should never have loved him. Come before the first ray of light, I bade him, but he has not come. He promised! I spared him from his death, yet he has only brought upon my ruin. Should I ever save a man, he must return to be my counterpart during that very night or else, like the moonlight, I simply...fade away.
He did not return! He broke his oath and left me here. Alone. All he had to do was come back to me and then I would have been free. We could have been happy together. Plying my ears with his soft words and gentle speech, I gave him my trust. Yet, only moments out of my sight and he abandons me to my fate. Foolish, selfish man!
Dawn's first radiant rays of light broke upon the surface of the lake and touched a vacant, dripping stone.
Idea by me, User not found: fool
Story byShakespeare
Art byroar
At first, only the bottom of a shoe, then a foot, and then a whole leg plunged into the water. I could see the man; I was watching him. He scrambled up the bank as well as he could manage, but by then, he had already disturbed the waters of the lake I call home. The darkness of the water concealed my form from him, but no such impediment obscured my vision. I followed his movements as he found a dry rock on which to sit, taking off his boots in order to drain the water.
My tail swished under the water and I shook my great mane out. Underwater, I pawed the ground softly, impatient to come to the surface. He would come willingly, I thought; his type usually did. Weary from his long journey, he would scarce believe my form when I arose from the water. Disbelieving, but compelled, he would climb onto my back where he would remain even as I dove under the water, even as his lungs gasped for air, until he ceased to struggle.
I prepared to ascend, when I noticed him stoop low to the ground. Curious, I waited and watched as he plucked a small flower from where it lay among the reeds. Something in his face betrayed an incomprehensible sorrow, which struck at my heart like an arrow. Still, it was imperative - inevitable - that I drag his body to the lake's bottom, and yet...
A splash upset the lake's surface tension and the man turned quickly to look. To his surprise, a beautiful young woman floundered in the water, gasping for air. Without hesitation or speculation on how anyone could remain under the water for so long, he jumped in to save her. When at last he laid her body to rest upon the rock, she opened her eyes.
"Brave man," she gasped, "you have saved me. Yet, even now I will die."
She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.
"You cannot die," he protested, enamored by her beauty."I will do anything - anything - to save you. Only let me know what I can do and it shall be done. I will bring you to the nearest town, carrying you if I must."
"No," she exclaimed, suddenly full of energy. "No, I cannot leave the shores of this lake."
Again, her eyes closed softly and the rise and fall of her bosom became shallower with each breath.
"There must be something," the man continued. "Something I can do."
"There is one thing," she said at last.
I was entranced by this man. There was something about that look of lament that set him apart from all the rest. I could not kill him, although that was at first my intention. His look of care warmed my watery soul and I knew I had made the right choice. He would be the one. My one. Forever.
The man set off after hearing the whispers of the lovely maiden. He vowed to return to her side, to be her mate forever; he would only stop at the next village and then he would be back at her side before daybreak. With feeble eyes, the girl watched his retreating figure, hastening into the deepening night.
Her gaze fixed upon the spot where the man had last been, before his form had melded with the shadows. Minutes and then hours passed, yet still she waited. Water dripped from her flowing hair, pooling in the crevices of the rock upon which she rested. The water, which would never cease to fall from her locks, washed over the stone completely. With every passing moment, she seemed to sink deeper and deeper into the water, deeper into despair, as it rose to cover her.
Foolish man! I should never have trusted him. I should never have loved him. Come before the first ray of light, I bade him, but he has not come. He promised! I spared him from his death, yet he has only brought upon my ruin. Should I ever save a man, he must return to be my counterpart during that very night or else, like the moonlight, I simply...fade away.
He did not return! He broke his oath and left me here. Alone. All he had to do was come back to me and then I would have been free. We could have been happy together. Plying my ears with his soft words and gentle speech, I gave him my trust. Yet, only moments out of my sight and he abandons me to my fate. Foolish, selfish man!
Dawn's first radiant rays of light broke upon the surface of the lake and touched a vacant, dripping stone.
Idea by me, User not found: fool
Story by
ShakespeareArt by
roar
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