Darkly Meeting [Lovecraft x Abyss]

[Jynk]

Slogging through the chest-deep water had a soothing affect in the buck as he walked through the swamp. Lovecraft paused a moment to take in the night before continuing on. He had no real reason for his stroll, other than to enjoy the humid evening. The night was quiet so far, but the buck hoped that would change. Not in the mood for a fight, but an unexpected encounter or some new treasure to be found would be interesting.  

[Anhelisk]

The hum of the surface world was so different from the relative silence of the caves she had been born in. Life was loud and boisterous, crowding in against both itself, and with others, clashing and cooperating in equal measure. So many noises, so much activity– but some things– some small blessings– were a comfort to the doe.

Like the water.

Shallow and bottomless, still and running, capable of choking and utterly necessary for life. Just like in those caves, it gave shape to the world around it, carving paths through obstacles when necessary, and showing the way through them when a path was already there.

And, as always, its cooling moisture was pleasant against her hide, her tentacles. The doe crooned in pleasure, using her appendages to help splash and run water over her head.

At night, the vast chasm of the sky seemed so much more like her birthplace– fathomless, eternal blackness, with only occasional glimpses of light, breaks in the rock– no, the sky– showing something more.  

[Jynk]

Lovecraft's tentacles twitched and his ears perked up at the sound of splashing that was not his own. Adjusting his trajectory, he headed in the direction of the noise, assuming it was some animal caught in the waters, which meant a possible easy meal. As he got closer, he realized it was another kin and not quite like one he'd seen before. He watched a moment before stepping forward.

"Greetings."  

[Anhelisk]

Tentacles stopped, slipping back into their protective place around the frail-seeming doe's neck. She turned to look at the kin, approaching offering a shrill, half-whispered chattering noise in response, and approaching in kind.  

[Jynk]

That was... unexpected. The buck tilted his head, tentacles quivering slightly. "Do you speak? Have you a name?" And if so, would it matter? Lovecraft was intrigued by the tentacle appendages of the other.  

[Anhelisk]

The doe looked up at the buck, staring and blinking with her two pairs of eyes, mantle rearranging as she considered, tilting her head back and forth. She nodded after some moments, leaning in and coming closer, her beak coming perilously close to an ear before she summoned up a shrill, shrieking whisper.

"ABYSS." The sound clawed from her beak like desperate prey, and she leaned in to nose further back, at his own tentacles.  

[Jynk]

Lovecraft could not be more thrilled at the doe's mannerisms or whispering shriek. She was certainly more lovely than most other kin he'd happened upon. "I'm Lovecraft," he answered, twitching the tentacles about his head again. He felt asking more questions of Abyss would yield few, if any more answers and decided that a quiet stroll alongside he doe to enjoy whatever the swamp held at night would be far more pleasant than any conversation.  

[Anhelisk]

The buck seemed to be pleased by her answer, and he did have a most pleasing glow to him. She chittered softly– almost inaudibly, as she leaned in, stuffing her face against those tentacles of his, before her own came to twine against his inquisitively.

It couldn't be too bad, if the kin out here could glow and touch– really touch.  

[Jynk]

The buck rumbled softly as the doe prodded and groped at him with her tentacles. He prodded tentatively back with his own head tentacles, his tail flopping back and forth idly. Not a bad way to get to know another.  

[Anhelisk]

It took some time to become acquainted to the other's form before she pulled back, moving to slowly walk around him. The way the water rippled around her was familiar– comforting– and it was like a second sense, feeling the water bouncing back against her– like fingers in the dark.

She paced a couple times before turning, looking in the direction he'd come from, and then blinking at the buck.