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Princess-In-Silk-Chains
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- Dec 13, 2021
The Fanged Shallows,
A harbor with natural rock jetties, the formations pointed and sticking out side by side in succession, like a maw of the earth trying to take a bite of the sea, the sharp tooth like quay stretching two miles along the bank in front of a quaint fisherman town, nameless and of little merit among the kingdoms, only a small gap along the teeth making way for a wooden dock for boats.
The river-mouth at the break of dawn, just as the orange hue broke at the bottom of the starlit sky, was still and quiet, a serene flat mass of water. Windless, nothing to disturb the silence of the approaching day, until a ripple cascaded over the surface, followed by another, and then finally, the source of disruption peeked her head out.
A mass of long ruby hair floated, dragging about the surface just above the undulating aquatic lower half, a shimmering cyan and lavender with black spots all up and down the sides, the faint naiad outline seen from the breach of the water.
The creature's head rose higher, until her cerulean eyes peered up, sitting behind a pair of round spectacles, made of hardened-coral frames and literal-seaglass lens, inquisitive, cautious.
Luna reached the pier, her four-eyed gaze peeking onto the semi-rotting wood of the structure, making sure no land-folk were within view for this next part.
She tossed an ebony cluster of fabric up that she had been carrying, it made an unceremonious 'splat!' against the planks, and then her hands reached, covered in kelp-woven gloves that hid her flesh from finger to elbow, and in a most haphazard fashion, the butt of her speckled blue-and-purple tail swinging left and right, she scrambled and crawled her way onto the deck.
As her curvy form made it further and further out of the murk, she muttered low, beneath her gloves faint muted light sparked, flints of mana at her beckoning finger tip, "Μετατρέψτε τα πτερύγια σε πόδια", her mermaid appendage immediately began to twitch and change, the scales splitting at the spine, like a cocoon tearing at the middle, bones breaking and reforming with loud 'cRaCkS!', cartilage snapping and then reattaching, adjusting slowly to suit the new terrain, as Luna growled from the pain, a deep primordial trill through her throat due to this new and agonizing sensation, her second layer of teeth briefly extending over her more human-looking incisors as her mouth hung open, sharp and like a piranha.
The agony was white-hot, and she did find herself wishing she had better heeded the warnings of the few folk she had confided in of her plans. Coming up on land, it wasn't exactly unheard of, but it wasn't common practice either as the land-dwellers seemed to be upon a certain spectrum of assumptions towards the oceanic beings that ranged between, 'They're basically just a notch above animals' to, 'They're Insidious demons from the deep whom should be eviscerated and/or eaten.'
So, most places were not…the most hospitable, and this violent change her body needed to undertake just to traverse the place...certainly soured the venture even more.
However, despite it all, Luna's ambition only made so much room for such anxieties, and certainly not enough to stop her.
Eventually, as she laid stomach first upon the planks, that aquatic-mammal tail had finished changing into two human-like legs, save for her scales that were left from thigh to ankle, it being a remnant sign of her species, and her magic with it's...'faults', as most sea mages would be able to easily undergo a seamless disguise transition from head to toe without so much as a wince...but Luna...well...
She huffed, rolling slowly onto her back, arms sprawled, looking like a starfish as the searing spasms finally ebbed away.
From the waist up she was dressed in similar kelp-like-fabric, a turtleneck sleeveless shirt holding tight to a well-developed chest, a curvaceous sight appropriate for a being of such myth. Her mind reeling with endorphins before she finally gathered the ability to fully move, wet ringlets of rose hair hanging over her freckled moonlight shoulder and wafting down to the bottom of her hip, and shakily, she stood her trembling form up, nude from the waist down, toned and thick legs quivering as she slowly became upright, her second-set-of-fangs retracting as her head fell backwards and she exhaled deeply into the morning air, a plume of mist rising as though her breath was scalding.
"Great gods, that was absolutely foul." She muttered, almost underplaying the morbid and violent display with her more levity-filled turn of phrase, chuckling under her ragged breath as goosebumps like schools of fish danced upon her scaly legs. Frankly, she was just relieved the spell transformed her at all, regardless of the severity of how she got there, it being more common to have a much more disastrous outcome.
This was a complete unmitigated success! Comparatively.
She took a wobbly step forward, then froze as she glanced down at feeling the chill of air in a unusual spot caught her attention, and as she no longer had a cloaca to house her privates, her thighs clenched together and her hands covered her shame, "Oh, that is...such an odd sensation, where did I-?" She twirled upon her heels, "Ah, right, right." And came to the bundle of raven fabric she had heaved up, grabbing and then shaking the soggy garment to reveal a long and simple cotton peasant dress, something she had stolen off of a house-boat in a neighboring marina, and she began to struggle and wriggle her way into the land-dweller clothing, it fitting on her form well enough, a bit tight around the chest, but long enough to cover up the glittering lilac-and-sea-foam limbs, which was the most important utility for such attire, though despite all her caution, she didn't much think of how being dripping wet might appear first thing in the morning.
There was only so much research she could utilize, before culture shock was bound to nab her in one way or another.
Luna picked up her net-and-ocean-leather bulb-shaped satchel that had been wrapped within her dress, pulling the strap up over her caramel dotted shoulder, and, with a deep breath for courage, she ventured forward into the town, only tripping and falling on her face twice before she managed to really get the whole 'walking' thing down, managing to cease her knees from trying to undulate the way she was normally used to propelling.
She kept her teal-owl gaze forward even as the odd eye of the occasional land-dweller seemed to stay upon her far longer than she found comfortable, though, after a few hours, drying up, the roaming side-ways glances seemed to occur less and less, and eventually she found herself in a modest tavern at the very edge of the settlement, primed to venture past, sitting at a table in the corner, back against the wall, pulling out a map from her bag as she pondered where to start in her search, eyes scanning over the water-proof parchment pensively.
This world already felt so alien to her, danger quietly at every corner if she made the wrong step and revealed herself to passersby, but what fueled her fire, ignited her resolve? Was the dream, the need, the almost foolish confidence, that now, finally, she would escape the air of rotten luck that stained her from what felt like birth.
She would find an answer, find a remedy.
She would prevail.
She would be fixed.
A harbor with natural rock jetties, the formations pointed and sticking out side by side in succession, like a maw of the earth trying to take a bite of the sea, the sharp tooth like quay stretching two miles along the bank in front of a quaint fisherman town, nameless and of little merit among the kingdoms, only a small gap along the teeth making way for a wooden dock for boats.
The river-mouth at the break of dawn, just as the orange hue broke at the bottom of the starlit sky, was still and quiet, a serene flat mass of water. Windless, nothing to disturb the silence of the approaching day, until a ripple cascaded over the surface, followed by another, and then finally, the source of disruption peeked her head out.
A mass of long ruby hair floated, dragging about the surface just above the undulating aquatic lower half, a shimmering cyan and lavender with black spots all up and down the sides, the faint naiad outline seen from the breach of the water.
The creature's head rose higher, until her cerulean eyes peered up, sitting behind a pair of round spectacles, made of hardened-coral frames and literal-seaglass lens, inquisitive, cautious.
Luna reached the pier, her four-eyed gaze peeking onto the semi-rotting wood of the structure, making sure no land-folk were within view for this next part.
She tossed an ebony cluster of fabric up that she had been carrying, it made an unceremonious 'splat!' against the planks, and then her hands reached, covered in kelp-woven gloves that hid her flesh from finger to elbow, and in a most haphazard fashion, the butt of her speckled blue-and-purple tail swinging left and right, she scrambled and crawled her way onto the deck.
As her curvy form made it further and further out of the murk, she muttered low, beneath her gloves faint muted light sparked, flints of mana at her beckoning finger tip, "Μετατρέψτε τα πτερύγια σε πόδια", her mermaid appendage immediately began to twitch and change, the scales splitting at the spine, like a cocoon tearing at the middle, bones breaking and reforming with loud 'cRaCkS!', cartilage snapping and then reattaching, adjusting slowly to suit the new terrain, as Luna growled from the pain, a deep primordial trill through her throat due to this new and agonizing sensation, her second layer of teeth briefly extending over her more human-looking incisors as her mouth hung open, sharp and like a piranha.
The agony was white-hot, and she did find herself wishing she had better heeded the warnings of the few folk she had confided in of her plans. Coming up on land, it wasn't exactly unheard of, but it wasn't common practice either as the land-dwellers seemed to be upon a certain spectrum of assumptions towards the oceanic beings that ranged between, 'They're basically just a notch above animals' to, 'They're Insidious demons from the deep whom should be eviscerated and/or eaten.'
So, most places were not…the most hospitable, and this violent change her body needed to undertake just to traverse the place...certainly soured the venture even more.
However, despite it all, Luna's ambition only made so much room for such anxieties, and certainly not enough to stop her.
Eventually, as she laid stomach first upon the planks, that aquatic-mammal tail had finished changing into two human-like legs, save for her scales that were left from thigh to ankle, it being a remnant sign of her species, and her magic with it's...'faults', as most sea mages would be able to easily undergo a seamless disguise transition from head to toe without so much as a wince...but Luna...well...
She huffed, rolling slowly onto her back, arms sprawled, looking like a starfish as the searing spasms finally ebbed away.
From the waist up she was dressed in similar kelp-like-fabric, a turtleneck sleeveless shirt holding tight to a well-developed chest, a curvaceous sight appropriate for a being of such myth. Her mind reeling with endorphins before she finally gathered the ability to fully move, wet ringlets of rose hair hanging over her freckled moonlight shoulder and wafting down to the bottom of her hip, and shakily, she stood her trembling form up, nude from the waist down, toned and thick legs quivering as she slowly became upright, her second-set-of-fangs retracting as her head fell backwards and she exhaled deeply into the morning air, a plume of mist rising as though her breath was scalding.
"Great gods, that was absolutely foul." She muttered, almost underplaying the morbid and violent display with her more levity-filled turn of phrase, chuckling under her ragged breath as goosebumps like schools of fish danced upon her scaly legs. Frankly, she was just relieved the spell transformed her at all, regardless of the severity of how she got there, it being more common to have a much more disastrous outcome.
This was a complete unmitigated success! Comparatively.
She took a wobbly step forward, then froze as she glanced down at feeling the chill of air in a unusual spot caught her attention, and as she no longer had a cloaca to house her privates, her thighs clenched together and her hands covered her shame, "Oh, that is...such an odd sensation, where did I-?" She twirled upon her heels, "Ah, right, right." And came to the bundle of raven fabric she had heaved up, grabbing and then shaking the soggy garment to reveal a long and simple cotton peasant dress, something she had stolen off of a house-boat in a neighboring marina, and she began to struggle and wriggle her way into the land-dweller clothing, it fitting on her form well enough, a bit tight around the chest, but long enough to cover up the glittering lilac-and-sea-foam limbs, which was the most important utility for such attire, though despite all her caution, she didn't much think of how being dripping wet might appear first thing in the morning.
There was only so much research she could utilize, before culture shock was bound to nab her in one way or another.
Luna picked up her net-and-ocean-leather bulb-shaped satchel that had been wrapped within her dress, pulling the strap up over her caramel dotted shoulder, and, with a deep breath for courage, she ventured forward into the town, only tripping and falling on her face twice before she managed to really get the whole 'walking' thing down, managing to cease her knees from trying to undulate the way she was normally used to propelling.
She kept her teal-owl gaze forward even as the odd eye of the occasional land-dweller seemed to stay upon her far longer than she found comfortable, though, after a few hours, drying up, the roaming side-ways glances seemed to occur less and less, and eventually she found herself in a modest tavern at the very edge of the settlement, primed to venture past, sitting at a table in the corner, back against the wall, pulling out a map from her bag as she pondered where to start in her search, eyes scanning over the water-proof parchment pensively.
This world already felt so alien to her, danger quietly at every corner if she made the wrong step and revealed herself to passersby, but what fueled her fire, ignited her resolve? Was the dream, the need, the almost foolish confidence, that now, finally, she would escape the air of rotten luck that stained her from what felt like birth.
She would find an answer, find a remedy.
She would prevail.
She would be fixed.
