07-31-2020, 01:17 AM
IF MY LIFE IS GOING
TO MEAN ANYTHING,
TO MEAN ANYTHING,
I HAVE TO LIVE IT
MYSELF.
MYSELF.
[size=13px]tiguar . young . he/him
Seakit (or would it be Seapaw now?) trudged out of the waters with a huff, a large satchel thumping against his hip as he walked. He'd been gone for a while now, hadn't he? He hadn't seen anyone from his family since the meteor, where he had watched Sam grab Brandy and run, leaving him to struggle on the beaches. He had found himself unconscious, gashes lacing his side as he lay panting in the sand.
At some point he had dragged himself to the water; surprised when instead of struggling, he found himself breathing easy. It had taken some getting used to, the fact that he could breath easy under the water. His body had begun to rapidly adapt, shifting and changing to suit his enviroment.
He'd spent a long time under those waves, searching. He'd claim that he was searching for his rock children he held so dear but, really, it was just an excuse to procrastinate returning. He knew, somewhere deep in his mind that Sam hadn't meant him any harm but, it stung in his young heart. To watch as you're left behind by the one you're supposed to call mother. Maybe she had forgotten he was there, or in her panic grabbed the one closest and ran.
Whatever the case may be, he was home now, and he was different. The cub had nearly doubled in height, his baby chub becoming muscle as he aged and swam. The biggest change though, was his tail. Where once had been a typical tiger tail, now sat a large rudder, shaped like that of a shark. It was coated in thick fur that sagged under the weight of the water. Lining his neck was gills that appeared to close as he breached the water.
He dropped the satchel of rocks with a thump, staring forward at his home. It looked different now, after the repairs; but, the scents that filled the air were the same. The scents of his family, familiar despite clearly lacking his presence. "Momma? I'm home!" he called out, paws firmly rooted in the sand. Some kind of fear kept him rooted in place, anxiety constricting his throat. Had they worried about him? Had they thought about him at all?
At some point he had dragged himself to the water; surprised when instead of struggling, he found himself breathing easy. It had taken some getting used to, the fact that he could breath easy under the water. His body had begun to rapidly adapt, shifting and changing to suit his enviroment.
He'd spent a long time under those waves, searching. He'd claim that he was searching for his rock children he held so dear but, really, it was just an excuse to procrastinate returning. He knew, somewhere deep in his mind that Sam hadn't meant him any harm but, it stung in his young heart. To watch as you're left behind by the one you're supposed to call mother. Maybe she had forgotten he was there, or in her panic grabbed the one closest and ran.
Whatever the case may be, he was home now, and he was different. The cub had nearly doubled in height, his baby chub becoming muscle as he aged and swam. The biggest change though, was his tail. Where once had been a typical tiger tail, now sat a large rudder, shaped like that of a shark. It was coated in thick fur that sagged under the weight of the water. Lining his neck was gills that appeared to close as he breached the water.
He dropped the satchel of rocks with a thump, staring forward at his home. It looked different now, after the repairs; but, the scents that filled the air were the same. The scents of his family, familiar despite clearly lacking his presence. "Momma? I'm home!" he called out, paws firmly rooted in the sand. Some kind of fear kept him rooted in place, anxiety constricting his throat. Had they worried about him? Had they thought about him at all?
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☼ BUT I DON'T MEAN TO COMPLAIN, I PROMISE !
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