Thread: Under the Sea {Paper Mache Banshee and Seraph}

Darrien swam just a bit closer as his eyes stayed glued to the house. It was almost as if it were calling out to him, which it practically was because his curiousity had stuck to it. But within a few seconds of getting ready to make his way out of the water, a girl approached, almost in a daydreaming state. By the looks of it, she'd rather be somewhere else then here. Darrien quickly made his way back into the water before she could even catch a glimpse of him. He sighed as he moved underwater. That was definatly the person that moved in, it was a fresh new face. He had always been a 'loyal visitor' to the island, not by fin but by foot. It was just like the way he knew everybody that would come to the island. If he didn't know them by name he knew them by look. They only knew him as a native of the island that wandered around. this was his favorite place next to the Arctic Ocean. It was also perfect because the sun isn't as strong as it is there then at other places so his skin wouldn't get irritated by the light if he were to go on land. No one on the island knew he was a merman. Or at least none he knew of. When Darrien was so far that the new girl was just a speck, he pulled himself out of the water. It was an odd scene for those quick glancers. It was almost as if he had been swimming for days and struggling to get onto land. Like he was half dead and weak. He was pretty weak at the moment trudging his tail behind him. He had to be fully on land though in order to change. Darrien knew when there was no people around that would be able to make his figure out, so he never had to check when he pulled himself out onto land. When he finally got his whole body onto the wet sandy shores he smiled. It was a while since he's changed so it was going to be fun to see the changes on the island even if changing took alot of commitment. Darrien kept himself in a sitting position, keeping himself up using his arms. Then he closed his eyes and took a quick deep breath. Right when he inhaled, his veins turned a purple color and he transformed slowly. He had to keep his breath though. He could let go otherwise he'd just go back to being a merman. So he held his breath, waiting for the veins to reach the start of his tail. When it did, the scales slowly shedded off and dissappeared, legs forming until it reached the foot and the last few feet of the tail vanished. What was the fin turned into a garment he was known to wearing everyday as a human. A blue version of the tropical waist wraps fire dancers would wear in Hawaii. He made sure it was tight on before standing up to his 6'7. He stretched his arms out and moved his legs for a second before stepping into the water to clean off the sand on his legs then walking back onto the shore. He then let go of his breath, evening out to a normal pace. His whole body was still dripping wet from when he pulled himself out so he'd be good for an hour or so. Now that he was human... or at least had legs he could see who it was that moved in. He didn't look much different. His skin was still the snowy white which was really the only oddity. Other then that he was just like a extra pale albino. Humans were always fascinated in his skin cause it was so well treated and it was so soft and smooth they would always ask him what his secret was and he'd say salt water. They never got him but he was telling the truth. It did good for his skin oddly enough. He stayed walking at the slow pace, smiling at the feeling of sand against his bare feet. He stopped when he noticed a starfish washed up on the shore. He frowned, leaned over, grabbing it, and placed it back into it's home, watching the gentle waves carrying it back underwater. Seeing the large ocean from land always caught his eyes. It was pretty. He was glad to live in the ocean. So he stood there, totally zoned out in the water, the gentle breezes brushing his skin and twirling through his long white hair. This was nothing like his true home though.