open: m / f / nb 21+
muse: Wynonna, 26, she/her, pansexual
plot: (supernatural verse) Wynonna is a mermaid, she has come on land for the first time. She was forced to flee her cove because she was going to be forced into an arranged marriage by her parents. She has just some on shore when she meets y/m. She has heard a lot of terrifying stories about landwalkers trying to hunt and steal mermaids scales to sell. But she is hopeful those may just be myths.
Wynonna had never gotten her hand legs. She looked over the skin coated in sand, they were odd and fleshy, but somewhat...pretty. She had seen the landwalkers use them before. For walking, and dancing. They were oddly heavy though, everything was shockingly heavy as she sat and assessed herself. Her long red hair covered her chest she would need to find land clothes, since she doubted kelp would be an appropriate covering for landwalkers.
She heard footsteps approaching, she quickly turned her gaze to the stranger who was approaching. "Hello," she said in her cool melodic voice. She wondered if those stories were true too, could she influence them to help her. She slowly moved to stand, it was an unsteady movement, attempting to understand the function of legs.
She caught herself against against a nearby rock. Taking a breath as she did so, everything was very different here. Even the taste and the sensation of breath was different. "C-could you help me?"
