tantibus-aeternam:

ocean-depths-consume-us:

tantibus-aeternam:

“Mm. Another one who seems to have known me from my previous incarnation. And– who might you be, exactly, large one?”

“…Ah. You’ve lost- …I see.” As inexpressive as an eleven-foot diving suit could be, it’s difficult to not read to note of disappointment in his voice and posture.

“I’m Nautilus. I was a… friend may be a strong word, but acquaintance doesn’t feel enough. We talked sometimes. A small thing, but one I looked forward to and grew to appreciate.”

“And why would we talk?” he inquired, staring numbly at the other entity from a slight distance. He bore none of his previous openness or innocent curiosity, only a defensive stance and a predatory gaze. It was as if something had gone cold in him; no value for companionship or cordial chatter, only mistrust, deviousness and an animal drive.

“You tell me nothing of your intent, and your mind is too fractured to penetrate. You are of the living dead? Or another demon perhaps. You certainly don’t hold the air of a god.”

This was… disconcerting. Nautilus isn’t sure how to justify their previous relationship, nor expected that he would be asked to. The glowing shape of his ‘eyes’ narrows slightly. “Mutual interest, I suppose. Relatable experiences. We simply did.”

Ah, and yet again the unnatural origin of his creation came into play again. This was something he was more equipped to deal with, and didn’t have as much hesitation in explaining it to Nocturne as he did with most.

“I am not so neatly categorized as ‘the living dead,’ though I have experienced a… form of death. Something very old took me, broke me, made me into this. It wasn’t just magic, it was something… darker.” He didn’t know exactly. He was doing his best to form his own definitions over time.

“I mean no ill intent.”

tantibus-aeternam:

“Mm. Another one who seems to have known me from my previous incarnation. And– who might you be, exactly, large one?”

“…Ah. You’ve lost- …I see.” As inexpressive as an eleven-foot diving suit could be, it’s difficult to not read to note of disappointment in his voice and posture.

“I’m Nautilus. I was a… friend may be a strong word, but acquaintance doesn’t feel enough. We talked sometimes. A small thing, but one I looked forward to and grew to appreciate.”

((Danke.

“Luck is a crutch for losers to evade accountability, and karma an excuse for the indignant to be lazy.”

angulargeometry:

Droplets.

| #GIF | #DAILY | #C4D |

hair-fiber:

The salt levels are over 9000

unexplained-events:

Blanket Octopus Spotted in The Gulf of Mexico

This creature of the see is pretty rad. It is immune to the stings of the Man O’ War jellyfish and actually rips off the jelly fish’s tentacles and uses them as a whip. The males have a specially modified third right arm which stores sperm, known as a hectocotylus. During mating, the male octopus will detach his arm place into the mantle of the female to fertilize her eggs. The male dies shortly after mating.

silvestreaelurus:

ocean-depths-consume-us:

ocean-depths-consume-us:

Something entered the water, not more than a quarter of a mile from where Nautilus kept up his endless march. The impact of the splash reverberated throughout him, stirring up slight puffs of the black water that comprised his otherwise hollow shell. Submersion in water had a tendency to heighten his awareness. Whatever this was, did it really deserve his attention?

 Why not, I’ve marched for a week straight.

Nautilus diverted, planting his feet to turn towards the shore. It wouldn’t take long for either the glow emanating from his seams or the sweeping searchlights of his eyes to cut through the haze of seawater to where Nidalee swam. Footfalls such as his own, however, were undoubtedly going to make finding a catch far more difficult for her.

Moving further towards the coast forced him closer to the surface, the speed with which he could cover ground meaning that he would breach within the minute. Per usual, sea life fled from him, either from the ruckus he inevitably caused or their aversion to his unnatural existence, though he was given a rare sighting of a small cloud of fish swimming in the distance, right past-

…A …woman? Here? Perhaps he’d misjudged his location, but he should have been painfully far from civilization at this point. Or maybe he was confused and seeing things. It wouldn’t be the first time his eyes had lied to him.

…No, the closer he came, the more unmistakable the motion of kicking legs and paddling arms became. Nautilus was moments from breaching now. If she didn’t panic outright, perhaps she could assist him in finding his bearings.

She broke the surface again, gasping for air as the waves splashed around her. Keeping herself afloat, she couldn’t help but feel the water pushing against her, towards the shore. Then the behemoth surfaced not too far from her. Even underwater she knew he was huge, but now gazing up at him as he emerged made her feel absolutely tiny.

She struggled to keep the waves from splashing over her, but it was futile. The other was displacing so much water that the waves kept rising over her, and eventually she decided it was better to simply go to shore and see just what this thing was. Diving down once more she swum towards dry land, the other’s movements pushing her quickly towards her destination.

Surfacing again, she was faced with this giant in the ocean that surrounded her jungle. She put her spear down in a sign of non-aggression - not that it could do much against this huge entity - and began to wring her hair out, staring at him in curiosity, tinged with fear. He could easily crush her if he so desired.

Sunlight hit his metal shell directly for the first time in a week, highlighting the green patches of algae growth and turning a few strands of thin seaweed caught in his joints a bright green. The low thrumming that always emanated from him rose to audibility as the water began to settle, its final waves pushing this strange, solitary lady to the shoreline. Watching her almost as intently as she watched him, he closed the short distance between them slightly with a few more steps, their impact now more muffled from the ocean. Nautilus was in no mood to be raising his voice, even if it would likely carry just fine.

Speaking after such long bouts of isolation always took a moment to warm up, a few creaking noises that sounded as if they should be coming from something much larger in the distance preceding words.

“I didn’t… expect to find people this far out. I don’t think I’m lost, but you’re making me doubtful.” The sound of grinding metal as the anchor was adjusted on his shoulder.

“Some assistance in telling me where I’m at would be appreciated.”

silvestreaelurus:

ocean-depths-consume-us:

Something entered the water, not more than a quarter of a mile from where Nautilus kept up his endless march. The impact of the splash reverberated throughout him, stirring up slight puffs of the black water that comprised his otherwise hollow shell. Submersion in water had a tendency to heighten his awareness. Whatever this was, did it really deserve his attention?

 Why not, I’ve marched for a week straight.

Nautilus diverted, planting his feet to turn towards the shore. It wouldn’t take long for either the glow emanating from his seams or the sweeping searchlights of his eyes to cut through the haze of seawater to where Nidalee swam. Footfalls such as his own, however, were undoubtedly going to make finding a catch far more difficult for her.

She broke the surface for air, feeling the waves pull and push at her. Her long brown hair clung to her shoulders as she paddled. The reefs didn’t hold anything of note, perhaps she should swim further out.

With that thought, she took a deep breath and dove down once more, trying to go as deep as possible. The entirety of the ocean around her made her feel small, but the huntress was focused on hunting. The water seemed to shake around her, a dull sound reaching her ears, muted by how far it had travelled. A shoal of fish swam past her in a hurry, where were they going?

Her green gaze turned to see the glowing being not too far away. It was approaching, and approaching fast. Quickly, she swam upwards for air. Whatever it was, it was huge.

Moving further towards the coast forced him closer to the surface, the speed with which he could cover ground meaning that he would breach within the minute. Per usual, sea life fled from him, either from the ruckus he inevitably caused or their aversion to his unnatural existence, though he was given a rare sighting of a small cloud of fish swimming in the distance, right past-

…A …woman? Here? Perhaps he’d misjudged his location, but he should have been painfully far from civilization at this point. Or maybe he was confused and seeing things. It wouldn’t be the first time his eyes had lied to him.

…No, the closer he came, the more unmistakable the motion of kicking legs and paddling arms became. Nautilus was moments from breaching now. If she didn’t panic outright, perhaps she could assist him in finding his bearings.

Something entered the water, not more than a quarter of a mile from where Nautilus kept up his endless march. The impact of the splash reverberated throughout him, stirring up slight puffs of the black water that comprised his otherwise hollow shell. Submersion in water had a tendency to heighten his awareness. Whatever this was, did it really deserve his attention?

 Why not, I’ve marched for a week straight.

Nautilus diverted, planting his feet to turn towards the shore. It wouldn’t take long for either the glow emanating from his seams or the sweeping searchlights of his eyes to cut through the haze of seawater to where Nidalee swam. Footfalls such as his own, however, were undoubtedly going to make finding a catch far more difficult for her.