The Hydrus Ghostly
Age: 5 years, 2 weeks, 1 day
Born: November 25th, 2014
Adopted: 5 years, 2 weeks, 1 day ago
Adopted: November 25th, 2014
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
The impact of large bodies brought a smile to his face. He loved tourist season. Great groups of people would swim the coast of Omen Islands with their expensive underwater cameras and flashy diving suits, never suspecting a mischevious presence among the pods of tropical fish they were so intent on filming. There was nothing more amusing to him than the noises humans made when they were frightened.
Not that he meant them any real harm, of course. He might swim up beneath a diver and make a horrible face or splat them in the head with a ball of seaweed but he took care to cause no damage to their oxygen tanks or flippers as they worked to swim away. It was cute how humans needed so much hardware just to take a swim.
The fish in this part of the ocean gave him plenty of space. While he would not go out of his way to make a meal of them, he made it clear that he found their flashy bursts of motion quite irritating. When he was much younger a school of red betta once taunted him mercilessly, swimming around him in circles and making noises to confuse his senses, never suspecting that he could pick them out at his leisure.
He chuckled silently as his target came into view. They swam as a pair, hands linked and hair flowing behind them in silky ribbons. The man was too busy pointing out coral formations to note the supple shape floating ever closer.
The woman gave her husband a look of annoyance when a string of seaweed trailed over her ankle, tickling her toes. She was just in time to see a great lump of sea sludge thump him on the shoulders. Her eyes widened, lips parting within the mask she wore though she could not scream and breathe. Katos popped up in front of them, wearing a crown of kelp crawling with small tube worms, leering and baring his teeth in a grin.
The pair made for the surface, pumping legs forming a pleasing variation of wave patterns that he listened to with satisfaction. He moved closer to the surface, the better to enjoy the symphony. He would not breach the surface, though. He hated the dry air that made him feel brittle and weak.
There was a new note on the air though, one he had not anticipated. The child had been left in a floating ring under the care of an auntie more interested in a romance novel. The boy had seen the grace of his parents as they dived. Bold for a two year old, he did not let the limitations of stubby legs prevent him from scooting forward until the pull of the ocean brought him closer to the diving zone.
His frightened wails were distorted beneath the water but Katos could sense the small legs kicking uselessly at the rubber tube that trapped the boy. Children rarely passed the line of bobbing red circles meant to keep them near enough to shore that they would not end up a shark snack. This unlucky boy had found a break in the chain, though Katos knew nothing of that.
Katos hovered, unsure of what to do. Surely the parents would return for the child. Humans were very protective of their young, right? The boy's thrashing weakened as first one hour passed, then another.
Had he taken his prank too far? Sure, he'd acquired a few nifty human gadgets and not minded at all that their owners never returned for them. This was different, though.
He would have to approach the boy very carefully. Though Katos had never seen his reflection, he had explored his shape with his sensitive fingers and knew what a frightful sight he would be to a boy already afraid of the water. He put a hand to the light on his forehead, the sensor that told him every secret of the ocean. From his memory he called forth the gentlest song, a crooning melody from mother whale to calf.
He could hear the sharp intake of the boy's breath as he surfaced reluctantly. After only a few moments, the yearning to return to the water was overpowering. He was glad the child was not thrashing to get away at least.
He came up beneath the boy, his strong hands gripping the rubber tube as he steered for the shore. He went only so far as the human bouy line, lifting the shocked boy over its surface. From the shallow water he watched as the parents, now fully clothed, splashed noisily through the shallows to snatch their son free of the tube and wrap him in a towel. He turned back to the ocean without once looking back.
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