Those Allured by the Call of the Sea
Fantasy equal: Poseidon
It is yet a marvellous sunny day. With your old favourite pair of walking shoes, a couple of chocolate bars and a bottle of water you set out on your local hiking trail.
You deviate from the actual route and make your way through the fynbos. These hardy plants scratch your legs, though you don’t mind as much. It will heal and you enjoy the thought of your being becoming infused with nature a bit. Here and there you spot some of the usual critters and reptiles. You always welcome the sight of a tortoise, owl or duiker in the distance.
Before long beads of sweat form on your forehead, but you can already feel the cold ocean water at your feet as you glance ahead at the spectacular ocean view. There is an obstacle at hand. Not long ago a golf estate has been built in this area, destroying what used to be a wonderful, untouched wilderness. A home to many a small animals, which is now home to a bunch of rich snobs. Another ranger has cut a hole through the wire fence that blocks your way towards the ocean. In true ranger fashion, you sneak closer, always observing your immediate and distant area. Construction has not started yet on this part of the course. You spot no one and swiftly you make your way to the rocks and cliffs, where the earth meets the ocean.
It doesn’t take all that much climbing before reaching your favourite flat rock in the sun and the small tidal pool you love so much. The waters in this area are rough and treacherous, but seeing as it’s low tide, you don’t have much to worry about, for the time being.
Where you’re usually reluctant to shed your clothes, you now do so in a heartbeat. There’s no one around to witness your rather poor physique. You take a seat on your warm throne with your feet in the cold water. You take a deep breath and marvel at the wonder that is the wide, open ocean.
You are completely at ease and find yourself in a blissful state. Suddenly your deep meditation is rudely interrupted. You find yourself soaking wet. The first thought that strikes your mind is that it cannot be high tide now all of sudden. You try drying your burning eyes with your wet t-shirt, but to no avail. You finally regain your sight. You squint as you try to observe what’s behind the intrusion. You get a fright as you lock eyes with another person. You leap from your throne and release a girly shriek you wish you had not...
The intruder simply laughs at your foolish actions. You pause and inertly smile at the person, a common courtesy for doing something funny. It’s at this moment you notice his remarkable features. He has piercing blue eyes, a strong jaw, a cute button nose, seemingly long dark hair that clings to his neck and shoulders and a merry, yet strong face. You also notice he has freckles, yet they seem to be of shades of green and blue and what are those thin cuts on either side of his neck? Does his hair have a blue metallic glint to it? He speaks, in a rather husky voice for a young man such as himself...
“I am Poseidon, pleased to meet you,” he says.
You think that’s quite a fitting name for this man of the sea. “I am Eleshar,” you respond. Poseidon reaches out his hand. You reluctantly stretch out yours for the handshake, as custom dictates.
After shaking his soaking hand he asks, “So, are you going to lift me out of the water,” whilst still keeping his arm extended.
Even more reluctantly you do as he asks, as your curiosity overshadows the thought of him being dangerous. As you pull him out of the water, more weird and wondrous bodily features are revealed. You gasp for air as you realize this is no ordinary man. He is of an athletic, defined build. You now notice... fins... at the side of his arms. His manly areas are freckled and garlanded with hair of sparkling blue and green, and last, but not least, you are shocked to find glistening scales and fins... he has a tail! That in the place of where his legs are supposed to be!
Before Poseidon finds a comfy spot on your throne, you drop him and back away whilst staring at him with wonder and disbelief.
“Don’t be afraid, Eleshar. Those who have had the honour of meeting one of us compare us to dolphins, the rangers of the sea. We reveal ourselves when the urge to view the surface world beseech us. On rare occasions we even reveal ourselves to human beings. Those humans we feel has an affinity towards the mythical world and the call of the sea. I perceive you to be such a person. If you agree, I would be grateful to hear your story, your part of the events of the surface world. If not, I shall cast a spell on you, which would erase your mind of the last several moments and you would return to what you were doing before.”
“What say you Eleshar, are you a friend?” Poseidon asks.
How on earth does he know your name, who you are? You have always had the feeling there is
more to this world. Somewhere in the folds of space of time, undetected by the naked eye, there lay other worlds and mystical beings and creatures. Over the ages these beings hardly ever stride over the line that segregates what we believe is the real world and fantasy worlds. You however are one of a handful lucky ones who have the honour of meeting such a being. Little do you know the magnitude of this honour, for they only reveal themselves to those who have a strong affinity and interest in fantasy worlds and their beings. Maybe they can sense this from human beings somehow. Furthermore, Poseidon has taken a keen interest in you for other reasons as well.
You move closer to Poseidon and take a seat next to him, your feet and his tailfin in the water. He smiles at you for being brave enough to exchange words with him.
“Are there others like you?” you ask of the merman.
“Indeed there are,” he responds. “Some of us even live amongst you humans. We have the power to shapeshift into a human form. A temporarily trade of a tail for a pair of legs. We do so when the time comes for a bit surface exploration. Tell me, surface dweller, what tidings are there of your world. Is it in a state of peace and prosperity?”
“Well, it depends where in the world you find yourself, I suppose. Some places are indeed peaceful; others are plagued with all kinds of problems... war, poverty, disease, famine, you name it. I am blessed, for I have had a good life so far, untouched by what is evil.”
As you exchange words Poseidon senses you are becoming somewhat more at ease, even with you being half-naked still, which he doesn’t mind at all, by the way. So follows numerous discussions of the world of the surface dwellers and the world of fantasy. You find yourself captivated by your new friend and Poseidon steadily grows fonder of you, the more you share of your life and interests.
“Can you show me around a bit? Maybe some of the places you have mentioned?” Poseidon asks.
“Hmmm, I would if I was strong enough to carry you around and veil you from others’ sight!” you reply.
“No need for that,” Poseidon says.
Before your eyes the scales on his tail are reduced to form manly hair. His tail separates into two parts and before long the two stubs form a pair of legs, strong and shapely legs, I might add. Something else catches your attention; where there was no sign of private parts, he now has a sturdy blade and full pommel gems between his legs. You realise you are staring and look away.
So the story comes to an end, we’ll leave the rest to the collection and your imagination now...
It is yet a marvellous sunny day. With your old favourite pair of walking shoes, a couple of chocolate bars and a bottle of water you set out on your local hiking trail.
You deviate from the actual route and make your way through the fynbos. These hardy plants scratch your legs, though you don’t mind as much. It will heal and you enjoy the thought of your being becoming infused with nature a bit. Here and there you spot some of the usual critters and reptiles. You always welcome the sight of a tortoise, owl or duiker in the distance.
Before long beads of sweat form on your forehead, but you can already feel the cold ocean water at your feet as you glance ahead at the spectacular ocean view. There is an obstacle at hand. Not long ago a golf estate has been built in this area, destroying what used to be a wonderful, untouched wilderness. A home to many a small animals, which is now home to a bunch of rich snobs. Another ranger has cut a hole through the wire fence that blocks your way towards the ocean. In true ranger fashion, you sneak closer, always observing your immediate and distant area. Construction has not started yet on this part of the course. You spot no one and swiftly you make your way to the rocks and cliffs, where the earth meets the ocean.
It doesn’t take all that much climbing before reaching your favourite flat rock in the sun and the small tidal pool you love so much. The waters in this area are rough and treacherous, but seeing as it’s low tide, you don’t have much to worry about, for the time being.
Where you’re usually reluctant to shed your clothes, you now do so in a heartbeat. There’s no one around to witness your rather poor physique. You take a seat on your warm throne with your feet in the cold water. You take a deep breath and marvel at the wonder that is the wide, open ocean.
You are completely at ease and find yourself in a blissful state. Suddenly your deep meditation is rudely interrupted. You find yourself soaking wet. The first thought that strikes your mind is that it cannot be high tide now all of sudden. You try drying your burning eyes with your wet t-shirt, but to no avail. You finally regain your sight. You squint as you try to observe what’s behind the intrusion. You get a fright as you lock eyes with another person. You leap from your throne and release a girly shriek you wish you had not...
The intruder simply laughs at your foolish actions. You pause and inertly smile at the person, a common courtesy for doing something funny. It’s at this moment you notice his remarkable features. He has piercing blue eyes, a strong jaw, a cute button nose, seemingly long dark hair that clings to his neck and shoulders and a merry, yet strong face. You also notice he has freckles, yet they seem to be of shades of green and blue and what are those thin cuts on either side of his neck? Does his hair have a blue metallic glint to it? He speaks, in a rather husky voice for a young man such as himself...
“I am Poseidon, pleased to meet you,” he says.
You think that’s quite a fitting name for this man of the sea. “I am Eleshar,” you respond. Poseidon reaches out his hand. You reluctantly stretch out yours for the handshake, as custom dictates.
After shaking his soaking hand he asks, “So, are you going to lift me out of the water,” whilst still keeping his arm extended.
Even more reluctantly you do as he asks, as your curiosity overshadows the thought of him being dangerous. As you pull him out of the water, more weird and wondrous bodily features are revealed. You gasp for air as you realize this is no ordinary man. He is of an athletic, defined build. You now notice... fins... at the side of his arms. His manly areas are freckled and garlanded with hair of sparkling blue and green, and last, but not least, you are shocked to find glistening scales and fins... he has a tail! That in the place of where his legs are supposed to be!Before Poseidon finds a comfy spot on your throne, you drop him and back away whilst staring at him with wonder and disbelief.
“Don’t be afraid, Eleshar. Those who have had the honour of meeting one of us compare us to dolphins, the rangers of the sea. We reveal ourselves when the urge to view the surface world beseech us. On rare occasions we even reveal ourselves to human beings. Those humans we feel has an affinity towards the mythical world and the call of the sea. I perceive you to be such a person. If you agree, I would be grateful to hear your story, your part of the events of the surface world. If not, I shall cast a spell on you, which would erase your mind of the last several moments and you would return to what you were doing before.”
“What say you Eleshar, are you a friend?” Poseidon asks.
How on earth does he know your name, who you are? You have always had the feeling there is
more to this world. Somewhere in the folds of space of time, undetected by the naked eye, there lay other worlds and mystical beings and creatures. Over the ages these beings hardly ever stride over the line that segregates what we believe is the real world and fantasy worlds. You however are one of a handful lucky ones who have the honour of meeting such a being. Little do you know the magnitude of this honour, for they only reveal themselves to those who have a strong affinity and interest in fantasy worlds and their beings. Maybe they can sense this from human beings somehow. Furthermore, Poseidon has taken a keen interest in you for other reasons as well.You move closer to Poseidon and take a seat next to him, your feet and his tailfin in the water. He smiles at you for being brave enough to exchange words with him.
“Are there others like you?” you ask of the merman.
“Indeed there are,” he responds. “Some of us even live amongst you humans. We have the power to shapeshift into a human form. A temporarily trade of a tail for a pair of legs. We do so when the time comes for a bit surface exploration. Tell me, surface dweller, what tidings are there of your world. Is it in a state of peace and prosperity?”
“Well, it depends where in the world you find yourself, I suppose. Some places are indeed peaceful; others are plagued with all kinds of problems... war, poverty, disease, famine, you name it. I am blessed, for I have had a good life so far, untouched by what is evil.”
As you exchange words Poseidon senses you are becoming somewhat more at ease, even with you being half-naked still, which he doesn’t mind at all, by the way. So follows numerous discussions of the world of the surface dwellers and the world of fantasy. You find yourself captivated by your new friend and Poseidon steadily grows fonder of you, the more you share of your life and interests.
“Can you show me around a bit? Maybe some of the places you have mentioned?” Poseidon asks.
“Hmmm, I would if I was strong enough to carry you around and veil you from others’ sight!” you reply.
“No need for that,” Poseidon says.
Before your eyes the scales on his tail are reduced to form manly hair. His tail separates into two parts and before long the two stubs form a pair of legs, strong and shapely legs, I might add. Something else catches your attention; where there was no sign of private parts, he now has a sturdy blade and full pommel gems between his legs. You realise you are staring and look away.
So the story comes to an end, we’ll leave the rest to the collection and your imagination now...
“In Greek mythology, Poseidon was the god of the sea and, as "Earth-Shaker," of earthquakes. The name of the god Nethuns in Etruscan was adopted in Latin for Neptune in Roman mythology: both were sea gods analogous to Poseidon. Linear B tablets show that Poseidon was venerated at Pylos and Thebes in pre-Olympian Bronze Age Greece, but he was integrated into the Olympian gods as the brother of Zeus and Hades.”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poseidon
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