He swam perhaps a body length above the sea floor in his Mer form, dropping shells at regular intervals. The water was bright with sunlight filtering down from surface to sand, all the colors of fish and coral glinting with rich hues. It was a beautiful day to deposit the shells along the line of islands, encompassing the whole of the coast in its new protection--
The stingray rose from below in silence, but the water was pushed aside at its passage and Hadama twisted to avoid its approach on instinct. Only as it was passing him did he see that it was not a shark or orca, and after a moment's hesitation he shifted. The basket was stretched up to catch in one of his cephalic lobes as his wings spread wide and he took on his full manta form, attempting to intimidate the stingray into retreating.
Hadama shifts to his manta form, hooking the basket of shells on a cephalic horn, and tries to intimidate the sting ray into leaving him alone.
The stingray rose from below in silence, but the water was pushed aside at its passage and Hadama twisted to avoid its approach on instinct. Only as it was passing him did he see that it was not a shark or orca, and after a moment's hesitation he shifted. The basket was stretched up to catch in one of his cephalic lobes as his wings spread wide and he took on his full manta form, attempting to intimidate the stingray into retreating.
Hadama shifts to his manta form, hooking the basket of shells on a cephalic horn, and tries to intimidate the sting ray into leaving him alone.
