Thread: Sealed Away (Camp and Quet314

Muriel felt the storm in her whiskers far before the skies turned grey. As soon as the feeling hit her she broke free from the water and stumbled to the shore. The sky was still bright as her fins hit the sand and the water crashed into the beach clear green and white. It didnt matter though. She could feel it coming. Storms made her nervous. The saltwater of her childhood was black and thrashed with the sound of thunder. Shining white teeth broke through the watery abyss and red gashes tore through the waves. Fear crept up in her even now as her toes curled in the sand and she trudged up the beach. The selkies skin peeled from her shoulders like wet cloth. Her seal face slid free with a satisfying pop as she took her first human breath in days. Her animal self fell back over her dark curls and dropped like dead weight around her elbows. The white and brown speckled seal skin glistened with seawater and whiskers tickled the womans shoulder blades as she took in the feeling of land. Muriels pale human body mimicked her seal skin. Her shoulders were sprinkled with brown freckles that spilled over down her back and dipped over her collar bone into ample cleavage. Dark black hair fell around her face in springy curls that were sopped with seawater. Her face was ethereal, freckles danced over her flat nose and chubby cheeks in an almost innocent fashion but her big round black eyes gave away her inhumanity. Her thick lashes dripped with salt water and her eyes remained open, unaffected by the pain it should cause. She was small, hardly five foot, but she was well shaped. Her bosom threatened to spill loose from her seal skin even now and beneath the heavy cloak of skin she was a thick hourglass figure. Large hips gave way to thick thighs and shapely calves. Humanity was difficult to adjust to sometimes. Her human skin soaked in the sun and her body struggled to remember things like walk . Moments gave way to minutes and minutes gave way to an hour. The sun beat down on her and she listened to the waves, teetering back and forth on her heels with each noise. Finally she remembered what she was doing. She could smell the storm in the sunlight. Sometimes the loneliness of the island took her mind and wondered away with it. It always found its way back eventually though. Muriel trudged through the sand, dragging her seal skin with her. She kept it hoisted up around her like a cloak. She traveled for some times, walking her normal path mindlessly. During storms she slept in the cave by the cove. Inside the cave deep caverns twisted and curved under the vacant volcano and she knew them all by heart. She stayed until the air smelled clean again which had often been weeks at a time. The caverns held many secrets in themselves but under the water in the pool of the first cave the caverns were even more vast. The water was clean and cool down there. She shivered in anticipation for the night to come were she would sink into the depths The selkie reached her cave in silence and dipped into the water without so much as a splash. The storm broke fairly soon. The day following it Muriel didnt even bother to emerge. It was on the second day that the selkie broke free from the water again. She had been on the stretch of islands for years. She had been there in solitude for so many years the lonely island was her only friend. She knew everything about it. She knew what was safe and where not to go. She knew the caves and the beaches and the corals. She even knew every sound that came from the island. She had been there since childhood, alone, how could she not know every noise? As she breathed in the moist air of the cave she heard a noise she didnt know. It was breathing. Quiet sleeping breaths. Coming from what? The selkie swam to the edge of her pool to see. A man. Muriel let her humanity free from the seal skin, enchanted by the site of another intelligent being. Her selkie skin floated in the water around her. She held to the rocks around the edge of the pool, watching the sleeping creature as she floated at the edge. Her face rested between her hands and her springy curls still touched the edge of the water. Muriels lips parted with excitement but nothing came out. When was the last time Muriel spoke? She wasnt sure. Shed been alone for so long shed simply stopped at some point. Talk. She willed herself. Her delicate pink lips parted again. Again nothing. She licked her lips and tried once more. Hello, she said quietly. Her soft voice echoed in the cave and bounced off the calm water. Hello, she repeated with a small smile. She was pleased with herself for remembering so quickly.