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Just a reminder that all you mercreatures, beings of the sea, are valued and loved and appreciated more than you could ever know <3
Even those with more niche kintypes, cecaelia, markupo, bakuwana, gillpeople, lake monsters, kappa, you're all revered and respected as creatures of the deep :)
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Wait why do I have several creatures from Scottish folklore as my kintypes?
Kelpie, Cat Sith, and now possibly Selkie.
What's up with that? And I kinned them before I knew where they originated from.
I wonder if more of my kintypes are based on Scottish folklore?
Mythkin culture is.. WHERE ARE ALL THE OTHER WATERHORSES??? I've NEVER seen another Kelpie, much less a Tangie or Each-Uisge or Ceffyl Dwfr or Wihwin or Nuggle. Like, never. Where are you all hiding, where have you gone. Oh also Waterhorsekin culture is missing being able to hold your breath underwater for uncomfortable amounts of time and actually being good at swimming. :( I miss slapping my tail against the water and creating loud cracks of noise.
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barking at you hiiiiiii hiiiiii can i get a dark themed kelpie board… themes of rivers in forests and the like… (no rush since i know you arent feeling great!) thank you :3
barking at you back hi hi hi!!!! :D!! ofc!! only towards the end i saw you said rivers IN forests so .. i kind of missed that part.. i still hope you like this though!! (also when i first read this ask and i saw your little note at the end it definitely cheered me up a lil so thank u for that :3)
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I’m Shrike !!!
( she / they / it / pup / mutt / paw ) - ( non-binary, panromantic, asexual )
I’m a coyote, calico/tabby mainecoon and barn owl therian! I’m also a deinonychus otherkin!
Social anxiety + may have autism and/or ADHD !
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I am a MINOR, please be aware of that !!
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i miss my horns,,
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He wades in the creek, its icy black waters soaking his clothes and dripping from his long dark hair. The water is always just below his hips, and he never swims, even when his feet shouldn’t touch the rocks below. He only ever stares ahead, and though his eyes should be glassy, they’re set on something you can’t see, always ahead of him. It makes you shudder to think about. You’ve seen him before, when walking in the woods, when crossing a bridge, always in winter, always walking with the flow of the creek, pace steady like a calm heartbeat. And you think you’re the only one who’s seen him. Nobody speaks of him. Nobody looks at him. You don’t know if he’s a ghost that fell through the ice, or if he’s a horrid hybrid of a kelpie and a nymph.
So one day, you decide it’s too much. The mystery has sunk itself into your mind, and like a fool you’re going to follow it down and down until you run out of air. So this time, you seek him out. Stand by the creekbed, wait for him to walk by. Your breath sends clouds into the air, and you shiver from the cold even as you shudder with anticipation. You see him now, walking like a heartbeat, the same pace, the same motion, the same water height no matter the depth he walks on. Your mind freezes. You realize, you don’t know what you’re going to do when he gets close. But luckily, you don’t have to know. Because when he’s right in front of you, he stops walking. He turns, and you see his steady gaze, his dark eyes boring into your own. And you notice that your breath no longer leaves clouds in the air. But you’re calm. And you walk to him, steady as a heartbeat-- wading into the muddy and icy water, sideways against the flow of the creek.
