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[bykaleolani]

Mtn Szn. | open

          It was strange how nice the rain felt on their skin. Letting it pour over and simply soak into their hair and thin clothes, the chill isn’t a bother and neither the lack of shoes. They were used to lesser clothes and the shower of rain pelting their skin felt natural. More than anything, it seemed to help cool them down. They really haven’t been themselves lately and it worried them. 

          They surely couldn’t be in the ocean and swimming among the other sea life in this state. Hands push back their black hair, wiping the water from their eyes in the process. Spring was the worst of the year for a picky siren looking to mate. Frustrated noises pull from their throat, partly unsure if wise to be around people in this state as well.

[twinmageddons-blog]

STARTER CALL .

hi there ! please (   ♡   )   or  (   ↻   ) if you’d be interested in roleplaying with a Sollux Captor from Homestuck . DM’s are also open if you're interested in plotting and the likes !

[bykaleolani]

          It wasn’t uncommon for Kaleolani to don a dress regardless of the form they took. They were easier to move around in and fun to twirl in. But humans seemed to take better to the attire on the more feminine form which Kaleo didn’t quite understand. Even now they were getting an awful lot of stares. Maybe it was the lack of shoes. Or maybe it was the wind tossing the hem of the dress. Or it could be the fact that the white dress was practically sheer. And Kaleolani wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

[bykaleolani]

           This one says fuck it all to wearing clothes, strips it all off, and decides to go streaking along the beach. You’d think he’s probably contemplating skinny dipping, right? 

[bykaleolani]

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          Crashing thunder would usually scare Kaleolani, but the rolling is oddly mellow and kind as heavy showers pelt on their glossy skin. Sodden sweater did little for the chill that climbs up their spine. The cold was nothing new and after having fed, there’s a fresh color to their skin, reddened nose, cheeks, and ears while dark ebony hair covers their sights gazing skyward. Bare feet carry them in borrowed clothes, dirtied with browned blood and dirt. His presence had mostly gone ignored, taken as odd and strange as most didn’t wish to bother. He didn’t mind it. He wasn’t exactly presentable either. Not paying his surroundings any mind with most focus given to the rain, Kaleolani is suddenly bumped and sent toppling over. A single word following with the sight of dark red seeping through the skin at their hand. “...ow...”

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                    His swim had been rudely interrupted by a sharp dagger being hooked into his fin. He did pretty well in avoiding fishing hooks, yet he’d been so focused on capturing a bass for his dinner that he hadn’t noticed the presence of the human fisherman. Not wanting to tear at his fin, he rather willingly drags his body onto the bank of the river glaring daggers at the human.

[bykaleolani]

Snowfall

                    Bare feet slip out from the darkness, leaving bloodied toe prints on the concrete. Deep within the alleyway lies the half eaten corpse of a scantly clad woman. Although usually one to prefer dining on the flesh of brawny men, the siren grew desperate. It wouldn’t last however. Another day or two and he’d be once again searching for someone to sink his teeth into. With the back of the sleeve on the stolen black trench coat, what bright crimson he was unable to lick away is wiped clean.

                    That’s when it began to snow.