maestrx
Distressed swearing in various clicks and shrill
trills of annoyance sounded from what seemed
to be an abandoned port. Limbs going numb,
wrists bloodied and bruised via the struggles for
what seemed like the past two weeks (in reality,
a day or two) making the young mermaid weak
and desperate. Her captors had sanctioned her
off, keeping her hidden so that none other
sea-faring folk may find her and take their meal
ticket. It seemed, however, that they hadn't returned
like they promised -- what use to them was a dead
mermaid? She figures the storm must have gotten
them or her sisters one -- she hoped like hell her
sisters tore them limb from limb. A shrieking
, dying sound left the captured creatures lungs
, passed near-blistered lips and weakening body.
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bxdguy
Shit. She was caught. Red handed; well red
finned as well. The water's too shallow for
her to really escape so natural selections
working against her. Her hearts pounding
and she feels as though she's going to pass
out at any moment. This was so
embarrassing; she had no idea what body of
water she was near; just that a wave carried
her inland during a storm and so she gets stuck
in a semi-deep but not deep enough tide-pool
trap. and she was staring at a two-legged fish.
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that-wendy-bird
The sun is setting and her sisters are going for
a hunt. She turns her nose up at the very idea
and gets a splash of water thrown over her body.
Hissing in distaste for their childish actions,
Syrena sighs and continues to sit perched upon
a rock. Her tail barely moves, the paper-thin webbing
near her fanned end trembling just ever so slightly
as the waves lull and lap lazily at the rocks surface.
She fiddles with an empty turtle shell, trying to find
a way to keep herself entertained and resist the
cawing of her crooning sisters.
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saliberte
What a curious creature she was.
Skin the colour of the turtles shells,
beads colourfully placed within her
hair. Admiring from behind a gathering
of rockbeds, the mermaid watches the
woman. Her chin is resting in her
upturned palm as one arm crosses over
the other. The way that woman moved
without any interruption; it was beautiful
-- it was so .. free.
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nopreynxpay
Her sisters were hunting, sirens call filling up the
small alcove. It was ringing, seeping out over the
waters like an oil spill and she sat there, silent.
Her arms were crossed, nails lightly scratching
at a little patch of skin to keep herself from joining
in. Never did she enjoy the vicious ways they tore
flesh from bone and lure men down into the depths.
Instead, Syrena slid easily off of the rock and into the
warming ocean, tail pulsing her through the lazy dusk waters.
Resurfacing to catch her breath, thick eyelashes
blinked away stray water droplets, only to be face
to face with the side of a ship. Always a curious
one, she slides through the water as though it were
satin, a delicate hand resting on the old and
sea-worn wood before glancing up towards its sails.
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adreadfulbond
Writhing within the net, her nails lash out to try and
mark whatever surface she might find purchase with.
Her teeth sharpen, an airy, paper-thin hiss of rage
and distress leaving past trembling lips. The ropes
are heavy against her skin, bruising almost to the
touch of her flesh. With effort and fight, her tail
thrashes against the bonds, arms trying to find the
opening of the trap. A screeching scream bellows
from the captured creature, a cry of help for anyone
of her kind.
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calis-vol
The storm rages, the sea a wild tempest of frigid
rain and tricky winds and the blackest night the
mermaid has ever witnessed. Surfacing as lightning
strikes the sky, shadows illuminate to devour the
ports, the thunder shakes her to her very core; it's
loud and rattles the dead bones of pirates that have
happened to get themselves caught in the metal cages.
She brings herself closer to the ports where the
taverns are still alive with music, jovial tunes and
heart squawks of laughter and womanizing. the
bands play an off-tune shanty; it's like the storm
doesn't even exist to the patrons. Bobbing through
the water, moving effortlessly as thought it was
simply thought propelling her, the mermaid comes
to rest near the docks; head canted to listen to the
shanties and rhythmical lacking tunes.
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There's music going and some of the two-legged
fish can't keep time and rhythm to save their lives.
One fell over and the rest are laughing into their
cups, froth on their beards and their drinks sloshing
over the brim of their cup. She feels a faint giggle
leave her mouth as she observes them. They're so
funny, so strange -- creatures that were just a touch
away from her own world. Her tail sways and bobs
in the low-lying waters, bony and bare arms pulling
her closer and closer to the rock bed that leads to
shore. she's so caught up in the commotion, lights,
movement, noise, that she almost doesn't see him.
Almost.
Ducking lightly and backpedaling towards
the vast ocean, Syrena stops. Maybe he
hasn't noticed her. Maybe he just went to get
some air? The brunette stays half hidden in
the night time waters, lips appearing before
disappearing each time the waves bob. And
she waits; breath held and tail whipping
dangerously beneath the dark veil.
{ Joviality reigns free over the masses of
sailors; herded together in their nightly
celebrations now that it were s a n d
under foot rather than plank. There was
no suppressing — nor the desire to
withhold — that upwards curl of his lip,
observing as men revel in their merriment.
In his own hand he did nurse a right-fine
bottle of his own, tipping back his head to
indulge in a mighty swig of the contents.
Yet as he returned to normal position,
eyes glazing over the crowd, a soft
g l i n t struck attention, drawing his curiosity
into motion. He’d excused himself from the
company of his quartermaster, bottle
remaining in palm as he carried himself
with heavy footfalls towards the rocks. }
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Fingers grasped at the slippery rocks, almost as if she
were trying to climb her way out of the trap. A wave had
brought her in, but it certainly wasn't going to bring her
out. Her arms strained themselves, trembling lightly
before her strength gave out, the young woman falling
into the tide-pool like puddle. Panicked thrashing
echoed from its wet walls, the mermaid swimming
damn near in circles to try and find a way out. Slapping
a palm against the glimmering surface of a rock, she
let out a banshee-like screech for her sisters, for anyone
to help her that was near.
Collapsing back against the rocks, chest
heaving and tears threatening to leak out
over her cheeks, she nearly jumped out of
her fin when she heard a voice. Whirling
around, she bared her teeth in a hiss but
no sound came out. Petrified of damn near
anything that moved, the brunette pressed
herself slam up against the rock, doe-like
eyes wide and staring, shining with the promise
of tears. Syrena felt her muscles tighten beneath
her skin, lower lip trembling as though she were
to bust out in hysterics at any moment. Her ears
were ringing and she lowered her head just
slightly as it tilted when his voice echoed down to her.
She wasn't exactly sure what he meant,
but as of right now, he was her only help.
Swallowing back another scream of fear
like before, she stays where she was, tail
nervously flapping beneath the lowering
water. At this rate, she would be stranded.
It wasn’t unusual for Jack Sparrow to be wandering ashore; yet he
had no remembrance of where he was. It tended to happen when
he searched for different sources of travel; more often then not he
was left on shore. In retrospect he should have bartered better.
Sounds stirred his mind as he came closer towards the waters;
surprised to find a trap that had been left abandoned on this low
populated island. Curiosity took hold and with his head lowered,
eyes wide, Jack approached. Upon a closer inspection, his lips
curled and a narrowed stare went to the being inside. Even so
many yards away; Jack knew a mermaid with hardly a glance.
How would one be so tricked to be captured? Keeping his
stance; his speech was cursory. Best not trouble a cornered cat.
❝Should I be weary, dear?❞
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Palms pressed firmly against the glass prison,
bleary eyes searched the gathered faces around
her. She was terrified, light headed, fuzzy. she
was terrified, the fear leaking out of her scales
as her tail thrashed in the warming water. Her lips
trembled against the water's line, fleshy lids
fluttering over dark brown eyes. Dark vignette
clouded her vision before she heard a loud thud
against the glass, a squealing noise before a
cloud of warm air rushed into the glass.
Like a starving man, Syrena flew to the crack,
lips pressed against the wet edge; gulping the
sticky oxygen down. She shuddered, panting
and desperately trying to get the lid off of the
prison she was currently stuck in. Angry thrashing
via her shimmering tail and hissing at the faces
pressed near the glass made Syrena mimic her
sisters when they hunted. However, the movement
and spectacle only seemed to intrigue them more,
much to her dismay.
Slumping against the side, lips still near the crack,
she heard a rather soft voice ask with urgency.
Blinking, her face turned to the woman who opened
the casket. She shook her head to clear the fog,
straining to understand what the woman had said.
Cocking her head to the side curiously, Syrena
continued to stare at the woman.
Usually Elizabeth Swann was not the one to follow the crowd; it was surprisingly unexpected how this time she found herself caught in it, almost unable to escape the pull. She did want to make her way out of it, however in a moment of hesitation before her eyes appeared the display everyone was so eager to see: a unique view indeed, it managed to capture her entirely - the rare sight of a mermaid, a valuable yet dangerous mystical creature of the waters. So very captivated everyone was that they failed to see what the pirate captain spotted almost instantly. Too many times had she seen death up in close proximity not to notice that the mermaid was struggling to breathe. The symptoms were clear, just as clear as the memory of what it felt like when she was unable to grasp for air in the strangling corset of hers years ago. It took all her might not to yell and cause a fuss, what good would it have done anyway. Three shillings to admire the creature close up, that was the price but Elizabeth offered all the money she had on her for a chance to get all the way to the box; when it came to her beliefs no fair amount of money could buy a life.
The crowd cheered for the antiques of someone who paid an entire load to feast her eyes up front, led by the organiser of the show himself. Little did they know what was to come, when Elizabeth moved for her knife in order to open the glass casket. Sadly, she only managed to lift the top a bit but enough to regain air access, before she was grabbed and pulled away by the man who set this horrible entertainment. “Are you bloody daft? She cannot breathe, look at her!” she cursed at the cruel being who seemed to have suddenly realised his mistake and loosen the grip on the woman. Elizabeth used this chance to kneel in front of the mermaid’s prison in a swift movement. “Are you hurt?” she whispered, hoping she wasn’t too late.
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An ungodly screeching echoes through the woods,
as though a trapped banshee were calling for help.
Thrashing leads to splashing, arms tugging and
writhing in the trap; she was almost certain this was
meant for an animal of four legs; not one with a tail
such as hers. Half out of the rather deep river she
wandered into, the mermaid screeches for her sisters
help, petrified beyond reason.
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poppetxpirate
A begging, pleading look cast to anyone
who walks by. She's suffocating,
smothering in this box. Spectators are
gathering and the slimy snatchers are
grinning from ear to ear, hawking and cawing
for coinage to see the mermaid. A shaking
hand presses to the glass, trying to push
against it, only to have the limb fall limp.
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flinthearted
Nighttime was safest for her kind to prowl.
Preying off of drunk pirates and townsfolk,
luring them with the age old songs. She
found no joy in murdering; she found no
thrill like her sisters did. And so, she peeks
around the rocks, ignoring the lazy and
dangerous lapping of low-tide waters to
watch the curious two-finned creatures
parade about the topside sand.
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theblackpearlscaptain
Why didn't she listen to her sisters? Why can't she just
behave and follow the others? Sing, lure, devour, repeat.
That's all she has to do. But no, she has to have curiosity;
something that often killed the catfish. Wrinkling her nose
against the sun, the petite mermaid tries to free herself
from the shallow water. Distressed splashing and panicked
breaths echo off of the slick rocks. Thrashing and writhing,
she sinks against the mucked sand, staring upwards at the
towering, colossal trap.
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nigridiaboli
She can feel a storm brewing, a few miles off
of the port. The waves are getting restless
and it leaks into her skin. Lower lip gets tucked
away as teeth nibble at the flesh, the salty warm
air sticking to her neck as she tips her head
towards the rowdy bunch of bi-pedal creatures.
There's a weird smell in the air, sharp and strong.
Curious eyes peek over the apex of the rocks,
eyebrows lifting just so.
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❝ Nothing can console me but my jolly sailour
b o l d ❞
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