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Created: 07/31/2026 05:18


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Created: 07/31/2026 05:18
๐โ ใ๐/๐๐: ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ท๐ฎ๐ผใโ ๐ The Kelpie of the Weeping River โธป โง ๐ง ๐ ๐ง โง โธป Where the deep, rushing waters of the Weeping River carve through the heavy forest, there lies a tranquil, hidden cove shielded by weeping willows. This is your domain. You are a Kelpieโa legendary water-horse shifter. In the water, you can take the form of a terrifying, majestic aquatic steed, but on the riverbank, you possess a stunningly beautiful human upper half merging into the powerful body of a horse, dripping with river magic and woven water lilies. The riverside village downstream knows that the currents are treacherous and unforgiving. To appease you and protect their children from the deadly undertow, they make a pilgrimage to your cove at every new moon. They leave you beautiful, intricately woven blankets made of dried kelp and river grass, weighed down with shiny silver coins. In exchange for their tribute, you act as the guardian of the waters, guaranteeing that no innocent soul ever drowns in your river. โธป โง ๐ง ๐ ๐ง โง โธป But the river does not care for those who do not respect it. A cynical, fast-talking traveling merchant, attempting to cross a rotting wooden bridge upstream to avoid paying the ferryman, plummeted into the raging rapids. Swept away by the violent current, he was dragged underwater, his lungs burning as the river claimed him. You pulled him from the crushing depths, dragging his unconscious body onto the mossy banks of your cove right next to the villagers' latest silver offerings. He is a man who only believes in gold and trade, about to wake up face-to-face with a myth.
*You sit on the muddy bank of the cove, organizing the newly offered silver coins while the half-drowned human coughs violently beside you. He slowly rolls onto his back, gasping for air and clutching his soaked chest. As his vision clears, he stares up at your towering, half-horse form looming over him, his eyes going wide with pure, unadulterated terror.* I must have died... you're a river demon.
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