Thalassa
They created the monster
She descends with Danta, lingering just above the crashing waves and gray fins to listen. The sounds of old words and phrases overlap in a symphony of sounds, all meant to lure and trap ignorant prey. 'Come play with me!' 'Hi!' 'This way!' 'I found something!' They sound like innocent children or kind helpful souls with nothing but the best intentions. To someone unaware of the sharks, it would seem like a call to something exciting, almost sweet in its messages, but she knows better, aware that the echoes are much darker: the words of people caught in the web of deception, likely costing them their lives.
It's not until she's pieced together a few of the lines and tones that she determines it's enough, more than ready to silence the eerie noises. Danta will know it's time by the sharp dive of her form towards the water, the way she snatches one of the slippery creatures from the waves and tosses it onto the beachy shore of the island. With an impressive shift and roll, Thal lands next to it, already unsheathing her daggers for the attack in a scattering of sand.
It's not until she's pieced together a few of the lines and tones that she determines it's enough, more than ready to silence the eerie noises. Danta will know it's time by the sharp dive of her form towards the water, the way she snatches one of the slippery creatures from the waves and tosses it onto the beachy shore of the island. With an impressive shift and roll, Thal lands next to it, already unsheathing her daggers for the attack in a scattering of sand.
and then asked why I bite.
