Event Finished shark in the water

@Thoth

There would be little more to do but wait it out. He felt the trembles in his spine first, the water churning and kicking up silt and mud onto his necks. Speaking of which, his necks looked like giant, scaly walls that draped across the beaches, blocking most of the view of the sea. He couldn't wrap around the whole island, at least, not on time to save anything. He could do his best to shelter the pier and the downtown area, though.

The wave hit him hard, kicking debris into his eyes, submerging a few of his heads. This was uncommon, but he sunk himself into the island and stayed put. One of his heads tried to rise above the wave and see if the house was still there. Much to his relief, it remained a vague dot on the horizon, undamaged.

A deep, groaning snarl crept up from the back of his throat. This didn't feel like a regular tsunami. He'd lived through enough to know what, exactly, they felt like. This was something else, and he wasn't happy about it. But he hunkered down; there was little he could do, and he dammed up the smaller waves.

@Thoth

With his necks enveloping the island, all he could do was wait, really. He felt the trembles of the water and the wave closing in, bigger than he'd expected. It didn't feel like a regular wave, nor did it smell like one. He really had no idea what could have caused it either; underwater avalanches or earthquakes would have been quickly reported to him by his guards.

He definitely felt the wave crashing into him; his hind legs dug deep into the silt and mud and stones underwater and he hunkered down. The wave itself didn't move him, but quite a few of his heads ended up underwater.

And it seemed that just as quickly as it came, the whole thing passed. He managed to block off most of the downtown area so it wouldn't be completely swept away, but he couldn't surround the whole island. One of his heads lifted up and gazed out to sea to see his little house still bobbing on the softer waves.

Ulrich stayed down for a few more minutes... closer to half an hour, actually, waiting for anything else to come along.

@Thoth

Nothing. Nothing else came for the next half hour while he stood guard around the island.

Finally, he decided that things were safe for the time being. He withdrew, giving the whole area a wide sweeping look before diving back under the waves and starting the bone cracking transformation towards his human form. He'd been so long outside of his true body that he rather missed it, and he was tempted to stay like this for another day or two.

But he needed to turn back. He was probably needed ashore in some capacity, even if it was to make sure Luca was okay. The transformation itself was ugly, painful and in zero way enjoyable, but another half hour alter and he was compact and vulnerable and squishy once more.

He surfaced close to the back porch of the house, resting his arms on the wood but not hauling himself up quite yet. Ulrich was tired, as much as he didn't want to admit it. And he hadn't noticed yet, but he was injured. Debris had battered him while he was damming up the island, resulting in a good sized cut off to the side of his brow and a gash on his arm. Nothing serious thanks to his thick skin, but it had been a long time since he'd bled.

Where was Nicolas?

@Thoth

Ulrich kind of wanted to stay like that for the next hour. Maybe two. Hell, maybe for the rest of the night, just kind of half hanging on to the back dock with his body in the water and his arms and head just above. He was sore, of course, but also rather exhausted. All things considered, just a few hours was a very short span of time to make the shift twice. His true form was so big and human bodies were so small...

But he slowly dragged himself out, leaving a vague trail of watered down blood on the wood as he got out of the water and sat himself down heavily on the patio chair. Ulrich was definitely breathing a little heavily, though there was very little physical damage outside of the cut on his brow and his arm.

No, the toll was mostly in exhaustion, and he didn't really acknowledge Nicolas when he came back with the first aid kit.

"A bit." He muttered, his voice low. He gestured vaguely to his arm, then his brow before letting his hand fall back onto the arm of the chair.

@Thoth

His eyes eventually wandered over to the island. It looked... well, almost untouched in the moonlight. Luca should have been okay, right? Despite his intense dislike of the queen, he knew that Emma would probably do anything to keep him safe. If there was at least one thing they could agree on, it was the potential heir.

Ulrich's lips pulled back in a slight snarl when Nicolas began to spray antiseptic all over his arm, but otherwise didn't move. He was very good at staying still, and a tiny sting wouldn't exactly move him.

The wound on his brow hurt a little more and he winced, but otherwise remained just as he was. "I may spend the next few days closer to the water." Closer than they already were, at least. "I heal faster there." More swimming, more disappearing under the waves, probably more panicking Nicolas.