#mer wars

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HAPPY MERMAY!!! The month is almost over but I managed to do something akjkjaskjasas

Have your design of Mer Wars but he's in that scene from Pirates of the Caribbean kcdhchvfkdsvghjdsfvd

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[ambrial-blog]

Once Blitzo had managed to find enough supplies from the many shipwrecks that washed up on the shoreline, he explored them, taking trinkets and tools to craft a small raft. Blitzo hides his makeshift raft in a concave of watery caverns and glistening stalactites he found while venturing around. He is constantly finding tokens of Striker's affection, close to the waterbeds. The Mer-serpent had growled upon seeing the disheartened look on Blitzo's face when he realized Stolas wasn't there.

One moonlit night, Blitzo looks around before dragging the raft out from hiding and placing it into the rippling waters. "Listen, I don't know if you're out there tonight; "I'm not very good at goodbyes; I tend to mess them up. Just ask Fizzouali or Verosika. The point is as much as I appreciate your rigorous form of hospitality,  I need to find my sisters before this illness finds my lungs. I'm starting to go stir crazy," Blitzo admitted, crossing his arms while talking to the sea. He wore a makeshift outfit: cut and crudely stitched together a Sunza uniform made of the shredded remains of the crimson cloak.  Blitzo spent hours scouring the island looking for food, placing it in a weathered basket for storage.  Blitzo closed his eyes against the rumble of his stomach; the night was fast approaching.  Blitzo reached into the basket, sinking his teeth into one of the three apples he brought with him. "I should have planned this better," he thought to himself.  With a heavy sigh, he holds the fruit with his mouth, placing his legs over the side and into the water he kicks, putting more distance between this island and the next. He had made it to the middle of the sea, where the roiling waters tossed him about. The spikes on Striker's long tail are the only thing the fire imp sees as the Mer tries to capsize his vessel.  With a mighty slap of his tail, the whicker basket goes flying, the contents rolling across the wooden planks as Blitzo scrambles to pick them up while holding on to the mast.  His glowing citrine eyes pierce the dark seawaters as a clawed hand reaches out. The raft tremors, splintering. "Try to understand, begs Blitzo, looking into the frothing waters.  "I can't live on that island!  "I need help! I need to find my sisters!" Striker rams the raft again, jarring Blitzo as the rest of his reserves spill into the sea. The Miniature raft begins to splinter further, breaking into chunks. A piece of debris thrashes Blitzo across the head, knocking him into the boiling seas.

Striker follows the sinking form pulling the imp into his arms, a worried expression on his face as blood trickles from his head.  He traces Blitzo's face with his hand before his hand brushes against the gash. The Mer reels back, looking at the blood on his hand and then at the imp.  His tail flicks down, propelling them to the surface. The Mer heads towards the island, with the gigantic reef. Striker swims both of them back to the safety of the same island. He dabs the wound with saltwater using his Bandanna. The boy gasps, coughing up water, his teeth gnashing against the stinging pain.  As he opened his eyes to greet his savior. The Mer places the fabric in his mouth, tasting the bitter copper of blood. Before launching himself back into the frothing waters tearing apart the rest of the raft and watching the shards of wood sink into the roiling waters. The Mer serpent snarls, looking around for any visible ship sailing too close to his island. Striker growls again, flicking his tail sharply once he spotted one. The treacherous Loo Loo land was circling. From his vantage point, he could see the fiery demonic face of a twisted jester with crossbones. They would pass right by; Striker wiped Blitzo's blood on a piece of driftwood and hoped the Fizzouali got the message. That maybe Blitzo would stay.

Blitzo pounded his fist into the sand as he stood upon shaky legs, his head cracked as a dribble of blood slipped past his ear. He clutched tightly onto a sharp piece of driftwood. And waits. Lunging at Striker rushing into the shoreline, the sea-serpent slaps him away with the tail before dragging him further into the seawater. He forces the driftwood from Blitzo hand. Forces Blitzo to bare his neck before sinking his teeth into his neck. Blitzo splashes around, sinking his claws into Striker's arms.

"I could rip open your neck, bleed you dry your family thinks your dead, you will not be missed firecracker."  why are you desperately trying to escape me" he nuzzles his nose into the wound before licking his neck.

Striker holds Blitzo under the water until he is spewing seawater, his arms flailing. And his lungs are on fire. The fire imp can feel Striker's hand wrap around his neck as he clings to the Mer-serpent for life.

His tongue lapped at Blitzo's neck as the boy's movements ceased. Striker cocks his head to the side before lifting the boy out of the water. Pressing an ear to his chest, he raises his fist. He pounded his fist into Blitzo's chest, his eyes wild and full of fear. The fire imp trembles feeling the warmth of the Goeita's gift slip away. He rolls onto his side spewing seawater out from his mouth before slowly backing away. Striker inched closer, seawater dripping from his torso as he cups Blitzo's head in both hands. The imp grimaces as the mer bring his mouth mere inches away from his own. The fire imp turns his head, trying to get away, but pauses when Striker licks the side of his head, his hot tongue pressed up against his ear.

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[ambrial-blog]

As a young boy traveling upon the treacherous pirate ship, known for its lustrous greed, The Loo-Loo_ land Lord Mammon's pride and joy, Blitzo mysteriously plunges into mermaid-infested waters. His screams fill the chilled night air. As the red-skinned imp doesn't know how to swim. 

Born with a defective heart, Lord Mammon and the sea pirate Fizzourali liked to torment the gifted Harlequin.  While his sisters were forced down into the barracks below. Used as serving wenches for the captain and his crew. 

 While Blitzo was made for entertaining Lord Mammon. One night,  during a turbulent storm, he is thrown overboard and is rescued by a Mer-Serpent named Striker. The Mer-Serpent then takes him to a sandy island behind a gigantic reef, trying to revive the boy.

He tilts the Harlequin head as Blitzo coughs up seawater; Blitzo wakes up to a low hissing noise and someone stroking his face. Striker is watching him intently, his yellow-bedeviled eyes glowing a soft hiss vibrating at the back of his throat as he takes in the many scrapes and cuts, the jagged abrasions that ran down his torso.

But he also notices the heart-shaped mark on his forehead. He loves to shower kisses on that spot and splash the boy with his long tail. He needs to kiss Blitzo to learn his language. But right now, he is perfectly content with keeping the tiny imp all to himself. He wants to see the boy grow and flourish but is frustrated because Blitzo doesn't understand him. He is constantly trying Striker's patience. The Mer-serpent had never taken care of anyone in his life- he was alone for as long as he could remember. Content with keeping Blitzo to himself until the boy comes of age. Then, he could kiss him all he wanted.

"I have to get back to Loo-Loo land, my sisters are in danger!" night crept in, and so did an icy chill. Blitz had made a kindling fire away from the seashore. He had learned the hard way not to build a bonfire near the sea. The Mer-Serpent would just splash it out. He had scavenged around for his dinner finding fish near the shoreline. Striker's way of apologizing.

Blitzo knows It isn't feasible to live on this island forever, much to the serpent's adamant ways of getting him to stay. Striker brings him beautiful seashells of various shapes, sizes, and colors. But the boy is stubborn about leaving.

The mer-serpent has an ever-growing possessive streak. Any attempt to get off the island was meant with the business end of his tail. The Harlequin winces as the wind is knocked out of his lungs, and his wounds are split open. Stryker's eyes widen as he reaches for the imp, his tail wrapping around his wrist Blitz is pulled through the hot sand towards the salty seas. He struggles as Striker licks the wound with his tongue; he keeps Blitz tightly secured in his tail. Listens to the seething hiss as he washes the wound out with saltwater before nuzzling the boy. He doesn't understand why Blitz is crying or what he has done. Eventually, Blitz rests his head on Striker's shoulder as the Mer-Serpent wraps his wound with seaweed.

"Why don't you understand me?" How can I make you see that I don't belong here? My place is with my sisters," he breathes into Striker's ear. 

Blitzo has tried nine times to leave the island each time he was dragged back onto shore after being half-drowned by an irritable sea-serpent. The Mer was tempted to kiss him, despite the age differences so that he could interact with him on a broader scale. The boy is dripping wet from the sea. His clothes need to come off, and the fire needs to be lit. Striker gives Blitzo three swift and meaningful swats on the backside with his hand. 

Blitzo backed up, holding his hands up rubbing his butt. He tackles the Mer to the sand screaming at him. His hits don't register with the Mer as he dangles Blitzo up with his tail. He smiles, amused as he nuzzles the boy. "Such a little firecracker," thought Striker.

That night Striker decided to stay with the boy, putting fish onto the skewers placing them close to the bonfire. Later that day, he had fished out a water-logged blanked from one of the undersea shipwrecks and draped it over some wire before diving back into the ocean to find something the child would like.

He watched as Blitzo began to stir and shiver, his head resting in his arms, while his naked form scoots closer to the kindling fire. The fire imp was wheezing his body burned with fever he could see the luminescent glow from the serpent's eyes. And listen to a far cry of an owl.  The Owl circling above him was an Ares Goeita: a demonic bird with a piercing scream.

Blitzo crawls into the brush, to hide pulling his shaking limbs closer to him, shielding his face.  His stomach rumbles, and his fever flares.  Unshed tears brimmed his eyes as Striker returned just in time to see the boy crawl into the brush. Quizzically he looks up, growling at the circling harbinger of death. 

He flicks his tail, shooting seawater out at the Goetia as the giant bird lands on the island. 

Blitzo's eyes were glazed as he lifted his head to the sound of sand crunching underfoot. He cranes his neck, peering up and out through the large shrubbery, his shaky hands clutching a branch. His golden eyes caught a glimpse of the regal Owl, who transformed into a demonic prince. 

 All four of Stolas's crimson eyes widened upon seeing the boy panting and out of breath. He patted a spot next to him, realizing something was wrong as the boy crawled out, his eyes darkening upon seeing the faded scars on his body. 

The Goetia lifted his cape to warm the child's naked body. "My name is Prince Stolas little one, what are you doing on my island?." 

The Fire imp didn't respond. He was fast asleep nestled against the prince's side, his arms encircled tightly.  

Stolas closes his eyes, grimacing at the instant fizzing sound of a rattlesnake.  A deep growl emanates in the back of his throat as the sound of a serpent's tail splitting into a pair of legs. As Striker places a knife to the prince's throat, his body dripping wet, his golden-yellow hair clinging to his neck. 

 The crimson gleam of the hilt catches the setting sun. as Striker growls as Stolas peers up into the fierce eyes of the Mer-serpent.

"I'm guessing he belongs to you, or you've cobbed onto him because whatever falls into the nine seas is yours to toy with."

"All you Mers are just alike toying with little- impish- playthings he is far from his own people. And he holds the markings of a pirate ship."

"They hunt your kind, and you're enamored with one of their own"

"You can't even communicate with him properly unless you kiss him."

Stryker digs the knife in deeper "Did I touch a nerve! "Mind your own business, Owl," the Mer growls, "This is my island, not yours blue-blood."

"My mistake, Blitzy is freezing and the fire is dying," states Stolas. Standing up, brushing the sand from his legs, and placing his red velvet cape around the naked child.

"You Mers are insolent children, fighting over shiny objects."  " this imp looks like he has already been used its quite a shame, for one so young to have such tired eyes" "He wears the emblem of the jester, the fire imp doesn't know the mythical world he stumbled into, but I'm sure a Mer like yourself already knows. I've been watching them, those mighty ships sailing, warring with themselves and all for what? Childish entertainers?

"I found him first Stolas! He is mine!"

"That is, if you can keep him on this island," Stolas countered. "I am an all seeing Goeita, when it comes to what tickles my flight of fancy no expense is too high."

"Stay off this island I will not warn you twice, that imp is mine!"

"That's why he wears Fizzourali' s symbol on his back."

"That's between you and him," Answers Stolas. "But I'll be around to pick up the pieces. This island is part of the three Ti-islands that make up the boiling sea waters of wrath. Not to mention once Fizzourali finds out that he is alive I'm sure that the twisted clown will return to pick up what is his"

"Keep an eye on him Mer, or else you'll lose him to the vikings and the sirens" "keep him warm by the fires and feed him well and he'll pull through the night."

"Why are you helping me" inquires the Mer-serpent. 

"Oh, did it seem like I was helping you? I just don't want to see him dead," added Stolas.

The embers of the fire began to burn low, and Stolas could feel the boy shiver. "If your going to slit my throat and end my life, I suggest you go and do it or let me go so I can attend to him."

The knife falters in Striker's hand. Before stabbing it into the ground, he sinks to his knees, pulling Blitzo from the warmth of the cape. The serpent could feel him trembling. He felt heat coming from the raised flesh of the branded skin.

"I give this as a gift, Mer, to the boy you now hold in your arms," Stryker hesitates, looking at the regal cape. "will you allow the boy the warmth of my cloak, or are you so set in your mer ways, that you'll let him freeze to death.