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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 6:33 pm
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Ekaterina had decided to go for a nice long swim, and was having a wonderful time. She had on only what was required for a swim, and had left her towel and main clothes on a boulder away from the water, so that they wouldn't get hit by any waves. She began to head towards shore, her long blond hair trailing behind her.
She only stood once she hit the point where it was that, or kick her legs into the silt at the bottom. It was rather a Venus rising from the sea moment, as the curvaceous figure of the Rusalka emerged, blond hair trailing down her back in wet waves.
She turned towards her rock, and froze, staring at the unknown man.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 7:06 pm
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The rusalka's eyes narrowed as she stared at the unknown bird-man sitting on the rock her clothing and towel were on. In fact, it seemed he was on her clothes. Had he even looked before he sat? If he had hopes to catch himself a selch, he had the wrong lady. If he was looking to play with her, well... It would depend on the games. She didn't move, because in the water, she would have the advantage.
"The sun feels just fine, you Featherhead." She snapped. "I'm no fish. And I don't appreciate you sitting on my clothing." She tossed her head some, so that her long, blond hair flashed through the light his wings created, glittering some with how damp it was. "Perhaps you could move?" She didn't want to get out, because then she'd be... in a minimal swimsuit with a birdman sitting on her clothing.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 8:36 pm
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Katya arched an eyebrow at him, and rolled her eyes, stalking carefully out of the water, watching the man who kept making references to baked fish. Her blue eyes didn't leave him, not willing to risk anything, and she grabbed her towel, and began to dry off. "Warm or not, it's still quite rude to sit on a lady's clothing." She shook her head, making sure a few drops hit him, just as a small bit of revenge for his sitting on her clothing. She settled down near them, but not close enough to get them wet.
His question earned him a slow, long look. "I'm no mere Mermaid, Featherhead." She tossed her hair again, with a hint of racial pride. "I'm a Rusalka. We don't need silly tails to go swimming." At the comment of leaches, she lifted a shapely leg up, pointedly. "Do you see a sign of bite marks on my skin? I do not, it is as unsullied by anything that bites as it was when I went in. In other words, perfect."
She was beautiful. It's what Rusalkas were.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 9:04 pm
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She gave him an amused look, continuing to towel her pretty body off. "At one time. Then the legend shifted, and now..." A slightly twisted smile crossed her lips. "Now they think of us as Vengeful spirits, women murdered by drowning, murdered by their unfaithful lovers." She paused, then shrugged. "Of course that's the myth, and thus the fear. My clan are demonesses, not undead or ghosts." She crossed her leg at the knee, working on it now. "Not that I'd be averse to properly punishing a shithead who takes advantage of women and then hurts them."
She then stood and pulled her shirt on over her, not really worried that the Birdbrain was watching. "So I suppose it depends on how you look at it." She paused, and then gave him a long look, brows lifting. "You'd have to get me in water deep enough and then I'd have the advantage, Featherhead. I can breath down there."
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 9:46 pm
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Her eyes rolled at Sea Witch. "Your choice, of course. The deep water is where it's at if you ask me, but I have no plans to drown you, Flaming Wonder." She wiggled her skirt on next, tugging it carefully into place. "And that is what it is, but it doesn't mean I don't find the desire to drown the unfaithful extremely tempting." She settled back on the rock, pulling her fishnets on. If he was going to hang around, he'd have to cope. It wasn't like it was undressing after all.
"Indeed, Featherhead, but at least mine do not seem to involve discussing roasting pretty ladies." She gave him a long look at that.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 10:25 pm
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Katya's brows rose high at the leering and the suggestive comment. "Be good, now, we were just beginning to almost get along. I'd hate to feel I should drown you after all. Especially when I'm almost dressed." She slipped her boots on, next, then lay back on the rock, the towel under her hair, which she let spread out to dry.
She sighed some, and said "I think you've got your phrasing wrong there. They're not hurting some one they care for. They're hurting some one that cares for them, but they don't care about. If they did, they wouldn't ********' do it." She normally tried to be more graceful in her speech but this was a topic that she got fierce and temperamental about.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 11:16 pm
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She eyed him for a long moment, then said "Don't forget it, next time, Featherhead." She closed her eyes, trying to relax on the rock. "You're too pretty to drown if I can avoid it."
She listened to him talk, half registering his words, but also half falling asleep because she'd JUST had a good swim, and she always felt really relaxed after a swim. Even if pretty flaming idiots were sitting on her clothing when she got out.
At his comments about lifemates, she turned her head to face him, however. "Yes, I've heard of such things. My kind tend to take lifemates, but if one of them dies, we can usually live on, if we choose. Many don't."
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