Thalassa
Hit me hard and soft
Even with the warning, the dock isn't wide enough to avoid the panicked man. She only barely manages to pull her tail out of the way, the tip snapping with irritation when his elbow shoves into her back. With a threatening growl of frustration, Thal turns and nearly lights his hair on fire, until she notices that he's obviously distraught - and an idiot.
She watches as the mud dissolves in his hands, the 'creature' turning the water darker and murkier, much like her mood. Her eyes narrow dangerously, her voice dripping with dark sarcasm. "Great job. You saved it." Smoothing out the scales on her tail like fur along her haunches, Thal flashes her fangs at him. "If you get the urge to be a hero again, pick a different harbor."
She watches as the mud dissolves in his hands, the 'creature' turning the water darker and murkier, much like her mood. Her eyes narrow dangerously, her voice dripping with dark sarcasm. "Great job. You saved it." Smoothing out the scales on her tail like fur along her haunches, Thal flashes her fangs at him. "If you get the urge to be a hero again, pick a different harbor."
