One Shots

Merman/ Human

Her green eyes squinted against the harsh sunlight and blond hair that was blown into her eyes. Angrily shoving her rebellious streaks back into her ponytail, she picked her paintbrush back off the sticky sand resuming her work of painting the sunrise that lay before her. She was sat before an easel with the remnants of a red solo cup being her pallet holding only small amounts of black, white, and blue paint which was all she could afford after buying the canvas. Occasionally scrating at the spots where paint and sand had mixed on her arms the girl danced across the canvas. What she did not notice in her staring at the ocean with a critical eye, was the eyes staring back at her from the ocean. 

After his usual routine of checking the borders like the rest of his soldiers, Azeas paused when he caught a glance of the most peculiar image. A huge, flat square had grown a bit of blond hair at the top. What have the humans done again this time? he thought as he floated, stuck in this strange image of clarity. Azeas had seen many things at the bottom of the ocean, but this large flat white thing, with lines interrupting it, some strange plant the humans made their boats out of being the only thing to interrupt his view of the white square. He decided to move forward after a bit of staring and realized that there was something behind this white square, no, someone. Not feeling the emotion of curiosity after this long, he swam farther down the surf, as to not approach the white square on directly. Being the Prince, he had not had the opportunity to be on land like his many human loving sisters. Pulling himself out of the turf by his forearms, Azeas flapped forward until he had all of his body, fin and all on the dry, gritty sand. It was the sand that sped along his transformation into human legs and other male body parts. Grunting, he rose, holding his arms straight, he braced himself for the first part of getting up on those pesky human legs; lifting one knee and then the other he crouched. Giving himself a little time to celebrate, he then rose to a position where he was bowing. Ever so slowly, his ankles forced his feet into the correct position to stand. 

Fully raised to his impressive stature, the Prince dug his feet into the sand, unfamiliar to him as he had always known sand to be soft and malleable. This sand was just a bitch. He put one foot in front of the other, copying the movements his sisters had taught him when they managed to blackmail him into coming on dry land. Walking towards the white square, feet placing softly in the sand, the girl did not see him coming.

Azeas soon found that he was mistaken, the white square did not grow hair, it was a human female. A pretty one at that, he thought before he had a chance to brace himself, their eyes met. Piercing green, the green that was the color of the walls of trees Azeas never had seen, green the color of precious gems the girl could never have imagined met black eyes, ones that had no end, no beginning, black eyes that reflected every sheen of light that entered them. Her lips parted, letting in small strands of that blonde hair Azeas first spotted, gasping in to let the most air she let out the most high pitched scream that both of them had ever heard.

 Tripping over his pathetic human ankles, the Prince fell to the sand covering his ears yelling over the noise, "WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING, YOU SILVER TONGUED BANSHEE?"

"WHY ARE YOU NAKED?" she screamed back. "Get away from me!" she picked up the nearest thing to her which was a red solo cup, throwing it at the random pedephile she had been cursed to meet. Think this is funny do you? she grumbled at God in her head. The paint on her cup still being wet, smeared against the rich 6 pack the pedophile had on him. 

He scooted back on all fours trying to get away from the she-banshee. "What do my people find attractive about you humans?" he mused out loud. 

Great, and he's crazy, Kat thought. "Here I was, painting in the most serene and peaceful environment ever trying to paint the damn ocean, and big 'ol cave man thought he'd just make this beach a nude beach all for himself, ey" she grumbled to herself while gathering up her bag, stuffing her paint brush and small precious bottles of paint, " well listen here, buddy boy," she said raising her voice so the nude man could hear her clearly, "I. Don't. Paint. NUDES!" she finished with a yell, whipping around, her shoulder bag swishing around like a tail, bouncing her easel painfully off of her sand caked calves, stomping up the mound of sand towards her car.

Azeas meanwhile was in awe of the hurricane of beauty he had just witnessed, how could someone move so fast with all four limbs, how could someone freeze the image of the waves that had been his home for all of his life. He had managed to catch a long glance at what the she-banshee was doing to the white square, she was dipping a stick of color onto the white square capturing waves, and light off of the scene that he was looking at. He looked down at the wet colors that now adorned his middle. Maybe painting nudes means she puts the colors on naked people. I wouldn't do it either. Azeas shrugged, letting the memory of that moment drift through his mind as he crawled back into the comforting waves of his home. 

Propelling himself towards the crater that housed the coral reefs that made up his kingdom, his mind drifted back to those hauntingly green eyes he had seen on the beautiful banshee. Green eyes so piercing, they had seen through to his soul.  Was it the first hints of the mate connection that made it feel like seaweed as tickling his insides, or was it the bad crab his pranking sisters had made him eat? If it is the mating bond, I know I'll see her again, Azeas thought comfortingly.

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Well this is one of many random story begginers I think of drifting off to sleep. Enjoy!