High tide meant the tidepools were accessible to the sea once more, and the mermanta had once again come up to the shore to take advantage of it. His dark skin and black scales gleamed wetly beneath the chilly afternoon sun, muscular body chased with golden tattoos that covered the scars from a life spent beneath the waves. Long steel-silver hair was pulled back in a tight, neat ponytail and held back from his brow with a silvery circlet as it dripped wetly down his back.
Swimming in the shallow waters of one of the deeper tidepools, he used a slim scraping tool of sharpened volcanic glass to cut away the whelks and molluscs that called the currently-submerged rocks home, and occasionally grabbed a scuttling crab that venture too close, cracking its pincers neatly and slipping it into the woven-kelp bag attached to the simple harness he wore for carrying his tools and weapons.
@"Amanda Branford"
Swimming in the shallow waters of one of the deeper tidepools, he used a slim scraping tool of sharpened volcanic glass to cut away the whelks and molluscs that called the currently-submerged rocks home, and occasionally grabbed a scuttling crab that venture too close, cracking its pincers neatly and slipping it into the woven-kelp bag attached to the simple harness he wore for carrying his tools and weapons.
@"Amanda Branford"
