[BLESS] Trapped Heartbeats (Breach x Spyhopping)

[anemosagkelos]

Silence. It had been a beautiful companion. There were no kin this deep beneath the frothing ocean waves that could find her. The world down, down, down, and the further still--it thrived with life in depths that had once been unknown and remained unknown to all she knew. It was hers alone, for now, and it was no surprise that she'd lost herself in the darkness and pressure and sights and sounds. Breach would not have been surprised to find the world above gone, the time away from land and even the shore had been so long. And though she would not give up this new world for anything, she had changed and it had forced her upward. Back to the world of land and kin.

And the calls.

The mare's head exploded with that unvoiced cry of need and want. She felt herself stagger as she nearly tumbled into the wet sand. Every muscle in her face, in her body, tensed; she almost left the beach, a translucent whale shark with a long mouth shifting in and out beneath her frozen body as her will to come ashore wavered. In time the pain, the shock, ebbed like the tide, and she shook herself loose of the tension that coiled her body into a rock.

Since she had to go that way, further in, she had little choice in stopping to speak with at least one of the kin vying so desperately for a blessing. Until then...

Breach walked.

[fluo]

"FUCK. Shit. HELP." Spyhopping's day went from bad to worse. He was kicked out of from his warm spot snuggled up his lover to not only fetch something delicious to help with pregnancy cravings but to also track down a legendary. She said it like it was some easy thing to do. He hadn't even had breakfast yet.

Spyhopping nevertheless obeyed. He set out to visit all the watering holes and nearby bodies of water. His thinking was they were places that kin would congregate and even legendaries needed to drink and shit. Eloquent he was not, but earnest and steadfast he had in spades. He had visited half a dozen places when he landed in his current predicament: quicksand.

And thus the litany of prayers started again. "FUCK SHIT HELP."

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[anemosagkelos]

There was a visceral reaction upon hearing the shouting. Something along the lines of the utmost desire to turn the Motherfather into the tiniest krill and then eat it. Blessed, they called it; cursed felt far more accurate. And after an eternity in darkness and silence, she had no patience or decorum whatsoever. That was assuming, she'd ever had it to begin with.

Breach stomped, aggressively towards the loud kin, before shoving through an incredibly tough bush that seemed to be standing guard, "Would you shut the hell up!?" she seethed before she was even able to see the buck. "I could hear you at the ocean years before I ever heard your yelping pathe--" the word died on her tongue as she came to the other side and, she felt herself simultaneously explode in anger and sag in defeat. Why, she mewled in her own head.

Of course, he was in trouble. And, of course, he was stuck. And, of fucking course, she looked and felt like the worst goddamn Legendary that ever existed. The control of being a mare started to slip altogether, but she couldn't even decide if she wanted to slither or float. Instead, she seemed to just hold, vaguely translucent, before she resigned herself to what she needed to do. It wasn't as if there was really a choice to not help him, not when he would probably die if she didn't.

"All that yelling and struggling will just kill you faster," she muttered, eyes glancing about to take in the full scene. There were branches to use and vines. She had herself, too. But too much relied on him having sense and she'd long stopped believing that most kin had any.

[fluo]

The beratement he was receiving went in one ear and out the other but he got the last part. "What??" he choked out, his feet kicking out even faster now. He was a hopeless case, but he needed to get out, he had things to do, and a partner to not fail. But the angry voice was right and he sank more and was approaching chest levels of doom. He stilled, unceremoniously closing his eyes. The sticky sinking feeling held but it seemed to have slowed to a more manageable speed now. He opened his eyes, looking around. Was the voice still there?

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[anemosagkelos]

If only there had been another kin around... Of course, there wasn't, so she'd have to be more creative. Which only meant, would it be easier to be a snake and try to pull him out or a whale shark and try to lift him out? Could whales even swim in sand? She'd yet to try it. There'd never been--she doubted there ever would be--a reason to try it. But now, left with little choices...

"This may not work," she prefaced her next words, "but try to stay calm and don't kick!"

And then she was a whale shark as it floated over the dry ground and into the sand pit that had eaten the buck. It was strange but she could still float. The question was, could she swim? There was only one thing to do: attempt it.

[fluo]

The day was long, but nothing could prepare him for what he saw and the gaping maw of the talking kin that was now... a fish. A big fish and it hovered and swam. And it was safe. BUT IT WAS A FISH. Open and close were the repetitive motions of his mouth and eyes before clarity dawned on him that what he was looking for found him. Except he was in quite the predicament.

"I am very happy to see you, big fish that is also a kimeti. Okay. I'm all ears." He laughed. Did fish even have ears?

[anemosagkelos]

Fish, or whale sharks, did have ears and so Breach was quite privy to all that the kin was saying. Not that she was paying it much attention as she took in a breath and approached the quicksand. This was surely stupid, of that she was sure everyone could agree, but there was no alternative present at the moment and so with a quick prayer to survive, she sunk down into the sand.

It was rough and grating against her skin and the granules tried to lodge into her gills but she was determined. She found his side and nudged it experimentally before sinking down a little further and sliding herself below his belly. The sand provided some help but he was still heavy and it was with great effort that she began to push herself upward. It was a struggle, slow progress and then a loss of movement that slid backward before ultimately she gave him enough that he should be able to help.

"Now, pull," she barked, suddenly beside him in a translucent state of being. The mare couldn't do much in this state but she glowered something fierce and hoped it would light a fire within. "And may your children never be caught in such a Motherfather awful experience!" she hurled for extra measure.

[fluo]

Time passed by quickly as it will when one is scared for his life AND at the glowering mare in front of him. What big mouth it had. His entire head could fit in its jaws he wagered. And when he was free, he caught the last thing that was said, and hightailed it out of there. If he were an owlcat, he would say he used up most of his lives escaping that nasty hole of quick sand. He cast one furtive glance over the shoulder as he beat a hasty retreat, somewhat leery the Mare would follow him. He would find a nice stream to bath and saunter home at a job well done to snuggle with his lover. Surely she'd dote on him for his heroic deeds!