Collections of Life

Riding the water currents lifting past his fins with a simple flick of the tail Thelen was on his way towards the silent grounds in which he meet a familiar creation. This world of endless water dancing with every space that was and will be before this land, staggeringly beautifully before his eyes second only to the jewel of his new heart. Moving throughout the castle he kept an eye on all his duties well ahead of their appointed times today as to free himself from the burden of seeing them accomplished in order to allow himself and this guest time to socialize uninterrupted. This was a good time to reflect on Atlantica’s history and learn from it to better the dark. There were only so many books or advice he could take from royal records or the eldest advisers from which he could hold true beyond wanting their own desires. He’d like to take it personally now from the voice of one that held the same power and influence as himself, to learn and better himself from the past while continuing to stay on this path. 

He swam through the crisp colors and soft radiant sun light that shimmered down on his massive body of muscle and size, towering past the average merman in build and even most of the friendly locals that waved in smiling glee a stranger, he nodded his head back but kept his course stable and without interruption, prefer his own company instead of the usually custom of being surrounded by the numerous faces of this world.

The nobody soon arrived to the secluded area, slowing his edger advancement to a steady float as he kept forward. His red tail and rose tinted fines laying bright as the light bounced off, his deep brown hair rose and fell across the soft shifts of the water, holding them at bay from his eyes was a sturdy red hand band nearly covering those predatory emerald eyes.

There waiting Thelen would simple float there, lilting the ocean's current direct around his form and ease the tension off from the gravity of the surface worlds. Here his guest and objective would be swimming close by meeting face to face by the commands of the dark ruler.

The waters moved freely around the giant of muscle, chilled from the lower ends of water not yet touched by the sun over top glimmering in the waves above. Still the water moved ever forward and moving with the rest yet something else lay in waiting. Another form in blue also hide underneath the waters though it remained hidden from the common form of sense moving just outside the current's path swimming towards the nobody.

It was still then moved back and forth, like a snake waiting in the grass towards the target. In the heart beats of moment Thelen would waited, unaware of the coming guest.

He would soon though as the hidden form would soon take its action. Swinging forth his arm forward to hammer down the large volume of blue gel that made up Daggoth's body towards Thelen's shoulder, behind it an impressive amount of strength and force behind it. Such a power finding his resting spot could not be a good thing and the ooze monster had such a long day. This would be the first time in a while his entire form was together, not spread across the waters and now to find an interlude in his wake, it was a pretty secluded cave too far out of the way from the main city of Atlantis.

Freely floating felt quite relaxing to the giant, it was a claim little serene feeling. Unshackled by the pull of gravity as the coolness tempered his heat down further, it was unbearable cold but still a refreshing press. It was oddly sensation that brought him at ease, like a wonderfully feeling that he had known this world and its comfort for some time now. Though that seemed unlikely given he had only been to these waters once or twice in his entire life. But yet it was a feeling at the back of his mind that told him other wise, strange.

Trying to focus on that bewildering provided to be a taxing, trying quite hard to remember just out of the grasp of your finger. That added force bludgeoning behind his head sending him reeling back against a wall didn't help much. As the blood rushed to his head and his senses picking on the the gelatinous figure now forming. Thelen would quickly hold up his hand, bracing himself off the wall before the next slam attack shatter apart the impact site.

“Hold hold up Daggoth!”

Force applied, connection to body insured as the pinky tone flesh man was set hurling forward heavily into the stone, cracking the rock apart an having him recover to swim away and comfort the symboite again. While the slime matched the color of the waters he was not one to hide in plane sight while an enemy stood strong before him, a spy maybe or just an unlucky fool.

Quickly he would curl himself into a ball before lunging forward ready to strike down at the target. However the stranger then took the monster by surprise, holding his advance still. Pushing the momentum through his body till he fully took shape. Floating now in a smaller figure then the giant before him.

“How is name known to you? Did he send you?”