Post by Conch on Oct 12, 2021 16:46:51 GMT -5
A FISH OUT OF WATER
Conch's PL: 6,000 (ANTISENSE ACTIVE)
The tides rose and fell along Namek's endless seasides like clockwork. The faded green waters surrounding the Dragon Isles were rich with life. The seaside's innate peacefulness made them a popular travel route for Namekian merchants and traders. Colorful underwater reefs splashed the surface with color, while the shadows of marine life of all shapes and sizes meandered around the ocean. The Dragon Isles' ocean was shallow and calm compared to the dark depths of the seas surrounding the Outer Plait- most creatures from one ocean were not compatible with the other.Despite that, an unfamiliar shape now roamed the shallow shores. A tall, sail-like fin pierced the surface of the waves while a set of four violet eyes looked up from below the water's edge.A string of bubbles trailed from Conch's nostrils as he circled around in the waters close to the beach. The last time he had approached the surface world, it was to fight back against the land-dwellers that had nearly killed his son. The rays of those three suns that shone above Namek were cruel and unforgiving to the Hadal Tribe. Conch couldn't fathom why his child could have ever willingly returned to the world above. Worry churned in his stomach as his torn fins pressed back against his head. Fear was something the chieftan hadn't felt in a long while, but the prospect of his son facing whatever other horrors lurked above all alone terrified him.He flared his gills, taking in one last deep breath of seawater, and reached a hand to grab onto the rocky edge of the sea. Black claws dug into the stone, leaving deep scratches in its surface as the sea monster pulled himself to the surface. Glistening white fangs flashed in the sunlight, followed by massive webbed claws and long arms, and an eel-like tail slamming against the green water's surface as he stepped onto the grass with an audible thud.Unfortunately, the first thing Conch's eyes locked onto was a terrified, comparably tiny and lanky Namekian merchant who'd stopped his trek along the nearby road to look at the Mazoky in abject horror. Conch froze."M-M-MONSTER!!" The terrified trader screamed out before taking off further down the road in a blur. Conch didn't move to pursue or strike the surface-dweller, instead letting out a low, rumbling sigh. Not much had changed up here since the day they departed to the depths hundreds of years ago, it seemed. He didn't even know other Namekians were capable of yelling that loud without the ability to roar like his kin. Hopefully no one else was nearby to hear that shout..."RrRGhh..." Shaking his head, the nine-foot mutant stretched his legs and began to head further down the road. He wouldn't find his son's whereabouts by just sitting around.Conch's Antisense trait is active- this means his ki cannot be sensed!
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