Cristiano (surf_n_sand) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-10-27 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~cristiano |
Who: Cristiano & Flora
When: Day
Where: The Pier
What: History Lesson
Closed
The term 'nervous' really did not properly capture the emotions the merman felt. Cristiano was working diligently to learn about the world above the ocean's surface, to be less afraid of the humans that walked on two legs. They were not the same humans as those who fished the seas and slay his people. They were not the same humans that had attacked the depths. These humans were kinder, significantly, and he wondered if there were kind humans back home. He would likely never meet them. Not now. Still, could they be wrong? Could their fear of a handful of men in their ships have stopped them from meeting a greater number of people who were compassionate?
Well, it was too late to consider that. Cristiano hoist himself up onto the pier with relative ease, his strong arms flexing to lift his heavy body from the water. He was maybe fifteen feet from the start of the pier where the wood met sand. Below was a high enough tide he could jump out of for he certainly could not walk. He wait, sitting, on the docks as promised. Wearing an emerald green vest made of some sea-worthy fabric, it hung open in the front more like a shawl for it had no buttons and it was not fitted to his chiseled figure. Round his hips hung a belt upon which held three pockets; one containing his phone, one holding a small dagger, and one loose enough to hold small trinkets, nick knacks, and other collected things on his outings. From his neck hung a sturdy cord with some small shells upon it, but of course his most obvious feature was not his clothing but his lower half.
Somewhere between his waist and hips his human flesh, olive and tan, turned to shining, shimmering blue scales. Cerulean scales that grew lighter around the sides where thighs might be, darker down the center where calves might have been, growing yellow framed by darker blue in a huge fin with similar looking flutes down the back and two flanking the sides. If he could have stood he would have been much taller than a man in finned costume for his tail was long and looked as strong as the rest of him. To explain his strength, well, Cristiano had been a soldier, a guard for the royal palace.
The man sighed softly and wondered if he should be doing this, but reminded himself he definitely should. For Juliet. For himself. So he quietly nodded inwardly and wait.