Jae slipped off the waterfront docks and into the pacific ocean, a motion he's done many times before. Fully submerged in the salty water, he shifted from one form to another like flexing a big muscle. He traded legs for a tail and feet for fins, and went off. The teen raced across the shallow waters close to shore, a dark blur of motion beneath the waves. He went so fast yet never seemed to tire, and it was awesome. How far could he go? Just how fast was he? These were questions Jae would love answered, but were not the purpose of his trip. After a mile of swimming, Jae slowed and approached a rugged rocky outcropping that extended out several feet over the water. Jae found his climbing spot and lifted himself up and out of the water. He climbed to the top, where he laid out flat and let his tail hang over the edge.
Mer form was nice, and oddly enough felt natural to him. Though this form and his powers were pushed suddenly onto him, switching between forms was never hard. Jae allowed himself a moment to enjoy his tail and fins, to flex the muscles that made them. It felt nice, but difficult to enjoy for long when the familiar pain of magic swept his insides. Like being burned from the inside out, his magic demanded to be used or it would destroy him. Jae sighed and rested his head upon his forearms.
Call dangerous storms, his magic said. Lure men to their death. Bring pain and suffering for you shall always have to suffer. Jae could only ignore it for so long. If he waited any longer he may just give in and use his powers to their deadly intent. Wouldn't it be nice to pass his misery onto others? Thank goodness his magic was weak, but would that always be the case? The teen didn't wish to linger on that thought for long, and figuratively dived into the task at hand. He opened his mouth and began to sing. Jae sang of loneliness, of feeling cursed and afflicted. Though he never vocalized any words, the magic of his song shaped itself. It sought a listener to serenade sweetly into tragedy. He would be no less lonely if he gave into his magic. It was wrong to acknowledge the dark nature of his magic, but when it lived in his head so much it couldn't be helped.
@Saber
Mer form was nice, and oddly enough felt natural to him. Though this form and his powers were pushed suddenly onto him, switching between forms was never hard. Jae allowed himself a moment to enjoy his tail and fins, to flex the muscles that made them. It felt nice, but difficult to enjoy for long when the familiar pain of magic swept his insides. Like being burned from the inside out, his magic demanded to be used or it would destroy him. Jae sighed and rested his head upon his forearms.
Call dangerous storms, his magic said. Lure men to their death. Bring pain and suffering for you shall always have to suffer. Jae could only ignore it for so long. If he waited any longer he may just give in and use his powers to their deadly intent. Wouldn't it be nice to pass his misery onto others? Thank goodness his magic was weak, but would that always be the case? The teen didn't wish to linger on that thought for long, and figuratively dived into the task at hand. He opened his mouth and began to sing. Jae sang of loneliness, of feeling cursed and afflicted. Though he never vocalized any words, the magic of his song shaped itself. It sought a listener to serenade sweetly into tragedy. He would be no less lonely if he gave into his magic. It was wrong to acknowledge the dark nature of his magic, but when it lived in his head so much it couldn't be helped.
@Saber