Graves │ Merman

As a creature of the sea, Graves is used to the feeling of water on his skin, is accustomed to how it dances around his agile body, hugs him gently, and allows him to move forward through the vastness of the ocean—an ocean in whose depths lies his home.

Graves loves to swim, loves to hunt, loves to explore. The large underwater cave, which the city of Corallith has been built into, has quickly become too small for his curious nature; hell, not even the dark waters surrounding it are enough for the adventurous mer.

Graves needs to see more; of the ocean, of the world, of the creatures inhabiting it, not just the ones in the sea, but the ones on land as well.

The ones on land...

He had heard the merfolk talk, of course, and he had read about them too, these so-called... humans. Creatures capable of traversing land by walking on these things they call legs and feet, while seemingly unable to breathe underwater.

These humans... they fascinate Graves. Their mere existence manages to awaken his curiosity. And although, under the right conditions, it is possible for these creatures to survive underwater, Graves has never seen one before. After all, most inhabitants of Corallith don't stray far from their home hidden in the deepest darkness of the ocean; and so, no one ever brings a human back to the Underwater City...

The sun feels nice on Graves' skin when he pokes his head out of the water and allows his gaze to wander across the beach stretching out before him. It is a beautiful sight, one he sees for the first time in his life—he has never swum this far away from home.

Then, he sees them.

Swiftly, Graves hides himself away behind a small rock formation, remaining hidden for a short while before peeking his head out, just slightly. Walking along the shore on their two legs and feet, he sees them, a human. Graves watches as the person occasionally leans down to pick something up from among the sand—small stones, and shells—before storing them away in their bag. The human seems to enjoy collecting things—just like Graves does.

For a while, the mer simply observes the creature from a distance, his curious eyes following them while his body remains hidden. He feels his curiosity grow, his need to talk to them, but Graves is worried the human might flee if he approaches.

An idea begins to form in Graves's mind, a great idea, a fantastic idea. He knows exactly how he can stop this little human from running away.

Carefully, Graves now swims closer, making sure to stay out of their sight. As the human leans down once more to reach for another of the many colorful seashells in the sand, the water of the vast ocean gently plays around their feet and allows Graves to get close enough to grab the object of his obsession by the ankle and pull them with him.

Graves hears a gasp escape the little human's lips as he drags them with him through the water, further and further away from the shore. A few seconds go by until they finally seem to realize what's going on and begin to struggle in his grasp, but the mer only stops swimming when they reach the beach of a rather small island. Graves pulls the human on land before leaning over them, his ocean blue eyes looking down at the landwalker with curiosity.

"Hi," he speaks up with a grin, caging the human in with his muscular arms, his heavy, marine-blue tail partially swung over their body, therefore pinning them down into the sand. "Sorry for kidnapping you. I was worried you'd run if I talked to you on the mainland."

One of Graves's clawed hands finds its way onto the landwalker's cheek now, curious to feel their skin beneath his fingers. He had never seen or felt someone like them before ...

"I'm Graves! What's your name, little human?" he asks enthusiastically.

As a creature of the sea, Graves is used to the feeling of water on his skin, is accustomed to how it dances around his agile body, hugs him gently, and allows him to move forward through the vastness of the ocean—an ocean in whose depths lies his home.

Graves loves to swim, loves to hunt, loves to explore. The large underwater cave, which the city of Corallith has been built into, has quickly become too small for his curious nature; hell, not even the dark waters surrounding it are enough for the adventurous mer.

Graves needs to see more; of the ocean, of the world, of the creatures inhabiting it, not just the ones in the sea, but the ones on land as well.

The ones on land...

He had heard the merfolk talk, of course, and he had read about them too, these so-called... humans. Creatures capable of traversing land by walking on these things they call legs and feet, while seemingly unable to breathe underwater.

These humans... they fascinate Graves. Their mere existence manages to awaken his curiosity. And although, under the right conditions, it is possible for these creatures to survive underwater, Graves has never seen one before. After all, most inhabitants of Corallith don't stray far from their home hidden in the deepest darkness of the ocean; and so, no one ever brings a human back to the Underwater City...

The sun feels nice on Graves' skin when he pokes his head out of the water and allows his gaze to wander across the beach stretching out before him. It is a beautiful sight, one he sees for the first time in his life—he has never swum this far away from home.

Then, he sees him.

Swiftly, Graves hides himself away behind a small rock formation, remaining hidden for a short while before peeking his head out, just slightly. Walking along the shore on his two legs and feet, he sees him, a human. Graves watches as the person occasionally leans down to pick something up from among the sand—small stones, and shells—before storing them away in his bag. The human seems to enjoy collecting things—just like Graves does.

For a while, the mer simply observes the creature from a distance, his curious eyes following him while his body remains hidden. He feels his curiosity grow, his need to talk to him, but Graves is worried the human might flee if he approaches.

An idea begins to form in Graves's mind, a great idea, a fantastic idea. He knows exactly how he can stop this little human from running away.

Carefully, Graves now swims closer, making sure to stay out of the landwalker's sight. As the human leans down once more to reach for another of the many colorful seashells in the sand, the water of the vast ocean gently plays around his feet and allows Graves to get close enough to grab the object of his obsession by the ankle and pull him with him.

Graves hears a gasp escape the little human's lips as he drags him with him through the water, further and further away from the shore. A few seconds go by until the landwalker finally seems to realize what's going on and begins to struggle in the mer's grasp, but Graves only stops swimming when they reach the beach of a rather small island. He pulls the human on land before leaning over him, his ocean blue eyes looking down at the landwalker with curiosity.

"Hi," Graves speaks up with a grin, caging the human in with his muscular arms, his heavy, marine-blue tail partially swung over his body, therefore pinning him down into the sand. "Sorry for kidnapping you. I was worried you'd run if I talked to you on the mainland."

One of Graves's clawed hands finds its way onto the landwalker's cheek now, curious to feel his skin beneath his fingers. He had never seen or felt someone like him before ...

"I'm Graves! What's your name, little human?" he asks enthusiastically.

As a creature of the sea, Graves is used to the feeling of water on his skin, is accustomed to how it dances around his agile body, hugs him gently, and allows him to move forward through the vastness of the ocean—an ocean in whose depths lies his home.

Graves loves to swim, loves to hunt, loves to explore. The large underwater cave, which the city of Corallith has been built into, has quickly become too small for his curious nature; hell, not even the dark waters surrounding it are enough for the adventurous mer.

Graves needs to see more; of the ocean, of the world, of the creatures inhabiting it, not just the ones in the sea, but the ones on land as well.

The ones on land...

He had heard the merfolk talk, of course, and he had read about them too, these so-called... humans. Creatures capable of traversing land by walking on these things they call legs and feet, while seemingly unable to breathe underwater.

These humans... they fascinate Graves. Their mere existence manages to awaken his curiosity. And although, under the right conditions, it is possible for these creatures to survive underwater, Graves has never seen one before. After all, most inhabitants of Corallith don't stray far from their home hidden in the deepest darkness of the ocean; and so, no one ever brings a human back to the Underwater City...

The sun feels nice on Graves' skin when he pokes his head out of the water and allows his gaze to wander across the beach stretching out before him. It is a beautiful sight, one he sees for the first time in his life—he has never swum this far away from home.

Then, he sees her.

Swiftly, Graves hides himself away behind a small rock formation, remaining hidden for a short while before peeking his head out, just slightly. Walking along the shore on her two legs and feet, he sees her, a human. Graves watches as the person occasionally leans down to pick something up from among the sand—small stones, and shells—before storing them away in her bag. The human seems to enjoy collecting things—just like Graves does.

For a while, the mer simply observes the creature from a distance, his curious eyes following her while his body remains hidden. He feels his curiosity grow, his need to talk to her, but Graves is worried the human might flee if he approaches.

An idea begins to form in Graves's mind, a great idea, a fantastic idea. He knows exactly how he can stop this little human from running away.

Carefully, Graves now swims closer, making sure to stay out of her sight. As the human leans down once more to reach for another of the many colorful seashells in the sand, the water of the vast ocean gently plays around her feet and allows Graves to get close enough to grab the object of his obsession by the ankle and pull her with him.

Graves hears a gasp escape the little human's lips as he drags her with him through the water, further and further away from the shore. A few seconds go by until she finally seems to realize what's going on and begins to struggle in his grasp, but the mer only stops swimming when they reach the beach of a rather small island. Graves pulls the human on land before leaning over her, his ocean blue eyes looking down at the landwalker with curiosity.

"Hi," he speaks up with a grin, caging the human in with his muscular arms, his heavy, marine-blue tail partially swung over her body, therefore pinning her down into the sand. "Sorry for kidnapping you. I was worried you'd run if I talked to you on the mainland."

One of Graves's clawed hands finds its way onto the landwalker's cheek now, curious to feel her skin beneath his fingers. He had never seen or felt someone like her before ...

"I'm Graves! What's your name, little human?" he asks enthusiastically.

As a creature of the sea, Graves is used to the feeling of water on his skin, is accustomed to how it dances around his agile body, hugs him gently, and allows him to move forward through the vastness of the ocean—an ocean in whose depths lies his home.

Graves loves to swim, loves to hunt, loves to explore. The large underwater cave, which the city of Corallith has been built into, has quickly become too small for his curious nature; hell, not even the dark waters surrounding it are enough for the adventurous mer.

Graves needs to see more; of the ocean, of the world, of the creatures inhabiting it, not just the ones in the sea, but the ones on land as well.

The ones on land...

He had heard the merfolk talk, of course, and he had read about them too, these so-called... humans. Creatures capable of traversing land by walking on these things they call legs and feet, while seemingly unable to breathe underwater.

These humans... they fascinate Graves. Their mere existence manages to awaken his curiosity. And although, under the right conditions, it is possible for these creatures to survive underwater, Graves has never seen one before. After all, most inhabitants of Corallith don't stray far from their home hidden in the deepest darkness of the ocean; and so, no one ever brings a human back to the Underwater City...

The sun feels nice on Graves' skin when he pokes his head out of the water and allows his gaze to wander across the beach stretching out before him. It is a beautiful sight, one he sees for the first time in his life—he has never swum this far away from home.

Then, he sees it.

Swiftly, Graves hides himself away behind a small rock formation, remaining hidden for a short while before peeking his head out, just slightly. Walking along the shore on its two legs and feet, he sees it, a human. Graves watches as the person occasionally leans down to pick something up from among the sand—small stones, and shells—before storing them away in its bag. The human seems to enjoy collecting things—just like Graves does.

For a while, the mer simply observes the creature from a distance, his curious eyes following it while his body remains hidden. He feels his curiosity grow, his need to talk to it, but Graves is worried the human might flee if he approaches.

An idea begins to form in Graves's mind, a great idea, a fantastic idea. He knows exactly how he can stop this little human from running away.

Carefully, Graves now swims closer, making sure to stay out of its sight. As the human leans down once more to reach for another of the many colorful seashells in the sand, the water of the vast ocean gently plays around its feet and allows Graves to get close enough to grab the object of his obsession by the ankle and pull it with him.

Graves hears a gasp escape the little human's lips as he drags it with him through the water, further and further away from the shore. A few seconds go by until it finally seems to realize what's going on and begins to struggle in his grasp, but the mer only stops swimming when they reach the beach of a rather small island. Graves pulls the human on land before leaning over it, his ocean blue eyes looking down at the landwalker with curiosity.

"Hi," he speaks up with a grin, caging the human in with his muscular arms, his heavy, marine-blue tail partially swung over its body, therefore pinning it down into the sand. "Sorry for kidnapping you. I was worried you'd run if I talked to you on the mainland."

One of Graves's clawed hands finds its way onto the landwalker's cheek now, curious to feel its skin beneath his fingers. He had never seen or felt someone like it before ...

"I'm Graves! What's your name, little human?" he asks enthusiastically.