Prince Sidon (
in_sidon_we_trust) wrote in
fandomtownies2019-06-22 06:42 pm
Entry tags:
The Beach; Saturday Evening [06/22].
Strange things indeed were lurking far below the waves in the water surrounding Fandom. Horrible things, terrible things, frightening things...and one of those things was formerly a Zora prince.
Increased in size significantly more than usual, with muscles bulging in ways that made little logical sense, having become ever more the shark in nature than Zora, and...something else...something else, but never somethihng quite right, almost, but never quite right, the only thing that seemed vast enough to contain him anymore was the water, and the depths, and that something calling to him, deep below the waves, deep, deep, deep below, even further than Sidon himself could go, though he tried, oh how he tried, but it was never enough, he was never worthy, but he would be, he would prove it, and he was starting out by contending against these other creatures laying claim to the sea that should be his, his, all his, all to him, in the name of whatever it was deep, deep below...calling...calling....
...always calling...
He was unworthy, he couldn't go deep enough, and there were all these others. He fought with them, and, although he was smaller, he was faster, more viscious, with terrible claws and teeth and no lack of mercy. They got him good, but he got them better, and with mighty strength, he tossed them from the sea, onto the land, leaping effortlessly out of the water, where he could have the best of them, tearing in and feasting, master of sea and land, but he'd have to go back, because it kept calling to him. He had to go deeper...deeper...
...always deeper, into the black abyss of the sea.
But for now, he was tearing into the horrific creature of tentacles and fins and human faces nearly twice his size, another battle won, ripping in with teeth and claws to satiate the hunger for just a moment's respite, and then back again, to claim his power over another.
...calling...always calling...
[[ i guess my boyos needs to go bump in the night this weekend. Open beach is open! ]]
Increased in size significantly more than usual, with muscles bulging in ways that made little logical sense, having become ever more the shark in nature than Zora, and...something else...something else, but never somethihng quite right, almost, but never quite right, the only thing that seemed vast enough to contain him anymore was the water, and the depths, and that something calling to him, deep below the waves, deep, deep, deep below, even further than Sidon himself could go, though he tried, oh how he tried, but it was never enough, he was never worthy, but he would be, he would prove it, and he was starting out by contending against these other creatures laying claim to the sea that should be his, his, all his, all to him, in the name of whatever it was deep, deep below...calling...calling....
...always calling...
He was unworthy, he couldn't go deep enough, and there were all these others. He fought with them, and, although he was smaller, he was faster, more viscious, with terrible claws and teeth and no lack of mercy. They got him good, but he got them better, and with mighty strength, he tossed them from the sea, onto the land, leaping effortlessly out of the water, where he could have the best of them, tearing in and feasting, master of sea and land, but he'd have to go back, because it kept calling to him. He had to go deeper...deeper...
...always deeper, into the black abyss of the sea.
But for now, he was tearing into the horrific creature of tentacles and fins and human faces nearly twice his size, another battle won, ripping in with teeth and claws to satiate the hunger for just a moment's respite, and then back again, to claim his power over another.
...calling...always calling...
[[ i guess my boyos needs to go bump in the night this weekend. Open beach is open! ]]
