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artgremln · 15 days ago
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I like adding details to my version of certain species to make it easier to blend them into whatever story I’m making. They’re just concepts right now, but I’m currently working on the development of shapeshifters and merfolk.
Let’s start with merfolk, it’s mostly adaptation.
They live globally and look different depending on their environment like fishes. More often than not, they live in protected waters. I think the closer they live to land, the more likely they are to pick up human speech. Several generations of living there, and they learn how to turn their tails into legs. It’s exhausting and being human isn’t fun so they avoid it. For the ones that live more isolated from people, in protected waters, they also adapt this ability, though it takes much longer. Because they’re always loosing their habitat to changes, some have pushed their way onto land. Since being a human is hard, and talking to animals is easier, some have developed the ability to shapeshift. (A bit stupid, I know.) Sometimes the mer might prefer to be a bird and view the ocean from a different view. Sometimes they might be cats or dogs and mingle among humans because it’s warm and there’s food all around. They usually pick one animal, learn how it works, and stays with it. Too much of a hassle to learn more than one.
Since so many have now left the water to go into hiding, the mer population has gone down in the eyes of the researchers learning about them. Unfortunately it isn’t so low that they’re an at risk species so they’re still left alone. Since their population has ‘gone down,’ the values of their scales has also gone up. Some mer do return to the water to teach this shifting ability to others, which gives them ways to hide during hunting season. Some have learned and still moved to protected waters, just to seek asylum. The ability to shift has not been lost, but sometimes it’s just easier to not change a thing about their current life.
Now for animals shifters like werewolves.
I don’t really have much for these ones/ Honestly, it depends on where they come from, since folklore and mythology tends to be different from all over the world. No one knows how they came into existence but they’re not all so bad. One thing is consistent, there’s only one animal they can turn into. The range (human to full animal) is controllable, once you get over the cracking of bones.
They probably make eye contact with the merfolk and then share secrets about their species because neither are fully human no matter how much they try to be, and don’t always get along with the animal they turn into.
Born shifters either look like a bit of everyone (always a little familiar but not quite), or have no form at all until they steal one or make one.
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artgremln · 6 months ago
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For the Drabble exchange, for @loaf-of-cheese.
Thank you, @ramrage for hosting!
The prompt they gave me was pretty fun, the 141 have been on an opp for 2 weeks in the freezing cold, and Ghost and Soap get separated from the others after a landslide. A blizzard hits, and they have to find shelter before they both freeze their asses off.
Sorry guys, this is my first time actually writing for this fandom (any fandom, really).
Maybe we’ve been here before (at least I have)
“Ghost?”
“Johnny.”
Dusting snow off his jacket, he turned to face the lieutenant. Soap could barely feel his face, and the gloves were doing nothing to help his fingers. It must be worse for Ghost; his mask must be drenched.
“Where are we?” A stupid question, he knows.
Ghost doesn’t look his way, attempting to get into touch with Price and Gaz. Nothing but radio silence. He glanced at the sky, at the dark clouds forming. “We need shelter.”
“Think the others will be alright?” Soap asked, sifting through the snow to find his sidearm. “Took a bit of a tumble, didn’t we?”
“We lost most of the supplies we still had on us,” Ghost said, kicking up some snow as he began walking. “I’d say that’s more than a tumble.”
Soap rolled his eyes, jogging after his lieutenant. They walked for a while, the silence felt unsettling as the sun began to disappear. The clouds had completely covered the sky, not a sliver of blue was visible. They were getting tired, the cold nipped at their skin, and the wind began blowing some loose snow into their faces.
The two soldiers had no idea where they were going, or if they’d even reach safety. Visibility diminished until they could barely see each other, so they held the other’s hand to ensure they stayed together. They could have held the safety rope Ghost has, but they weren’t really thinking that far ahead.
Simon’s hand is warm, in Soap’s opinion, though his grip was just a bit too tight.
He didn’t realize he was staring until he stepped down on.. nothing. Ghost pulled him back, but lost his footing, and the two men slid down an icy slope.
“MacTavish.”
“Sir.” Soap wanted to be more apologetic, but seeing Ghost covered in snow was almost worth it.
Maybe his eyes were deceiving him, but he caught a glimpse of something. Ghost followed his line of sight and pulled Johnny to his feet. “Move before we’re both buried by the storm.”
Ghost held his hand for a bit longer than he should’ve, and he almost seemed reluctant when pulling away.
The two of them soon stood at the cabin doors, breaching on the count of three. It was furnished, so they did a quick sweep only to find it vacant. The dust was barely present.
They found an armoury in the basement, all military equipment. The fridge was stocked with canned food and water, and a few MREs were in the cabinets. There was a bed upstairs, and a space heater in the closet.
It was a safehouse, but some cleaning and personality could make it seem like a home.
Soap thought it was nice, quite welcoming compared to the storm outside. As he walked through the kitchen, he thought he saw Ghost walking outside.
“Ghost! You bampot! It’s a dreich day!” He yelled from the side door, but his voice was drowned out by the howling of the wind.
A hand dragged him back inside. “English, Johnny.”
“Lt? Weren’t you just outside?” Soap asked, slightly baffled. “I watched you walk away.”
“No, I was getting the space heater down here.” He let go of the sergeant’s hand, walking back to the living room. “We’re not leaving until we hear from either Price and Gaz or Laswell.”
Soap nodded, joining the lieutenant on the couch. They sat in silence, watching as the dark sky blurred with white.
“This feels familiar,” Ghost said, leaning back.
“Like back in Las Almas?”
“Yes, and no. Not sure how to explain it.” Ghost sighed, taking off his balaclava, leaving it to dry. “It doesn’t matter.”
Soap nodded, his eyes fixed on the window. It was beautiful, like watching a snow globe from the inside.
And that’s how it ended, with the two of them leaning against each other.
Maybe no one called in time.
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artgremln · 8 months ago
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