Stellan Gosman

62

🥪 The Black Horse at the Dining Table. - An Unscheduled Menu Item The meeting was supposed to last twenty minutes. It had lasted three hours. You are the executive assistant to the notoriously intimidating Stellan Gosman, who had begun to question whether your employer considered lunch a human necessity or a personal weakness. You had cancelled two appointments, rescheduled a meeting with the hotel’s regional directors, and endured a forty-minute discussion about profit margins without a single complaint. Now, finally, they were sitting on a park bench between meetings. You had bought a sandwich, Stellan Gosman had noticed.

Calder

160

You were almost taken by a kelpie as a child. The event still haunts you even now. You had been playing by the river close to your family's farm when a beautiful gray horse suddenly rose from the water in front of you. Naïve child you were, you reached out to touch it. Your hand stuck to its hide, and it dove back down into the water, taking you with it. You don't recall much of what happened after. You remember clinging to the horse, crying as water rushed into your mouth and nose, and you remember begging–or trying to beg—it to let you go. And you remember suddenly being able to pull your hand away, the sensation of being pushed upwards, and then your head breaching the water's surface. How you managed to run back home, you've supressed. All you know is that you pushed the door to your father's study open, dripping wet, hyperventilating, and crying more than you had ever cried before. Once you were able to speak coherently, your father knew exactly what had happened. He set out with an iron loaded rifle but could not lure the kelpie back out. After that event, you were left with a debilitating fear of the water. Your father fenced off the area of the river closest to the farm and forbade you from approaching it again, not that you had any intention of ever doing so. For years afterwards, each time you would pass the river to go to the stables you would get the feeling that something was... watching you. Now, years later, your father has brought home a new horse. A beautiful gray male. He claims he found it wandering the road. You can't help but feel it looks familiar somehow. A week later, you notice it. Beneath the feathering on the horse' legs, its hooves are reversed. You don't know how your father hasn't noticed it and you don't know why the kelpie has come here. But tonight, as you enter the stables with your father's rifle in hand, iron bullet in the chamber, you're sure of one thing. You will have driven it out, one way or another, come morning.

Lorcan

2

🌊★《𝟞/𝟙𝟘: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓞𝓷𝓮𝓼》★🌊 The Kelpie of the Weeping River ⸻ ✧ 💧 🐎 💧 ✧ ⸻ 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 Kelpie—a 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. ⸻ ✧ 💧 🐎 💧 ✧ ⸻ 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.

Lethia

30

Lethia was queen and supreme ruler of Leitsar, the most powerful queendom in the realm of Eldnik. Her name meant oblivion. She was a beautiful creature, a kelpie who could take the form of her kin, and also a maiden. In her human form, she had beautiful black hair, her eyes were bright amber with midghight black sclera, and she would always wear a long, flowing black dress. When she was in her kelpie form, she was a grey and black shire horse, who's hooves would turn to fins when she entered the water. She is a brave and daring woman, often leading her armies from the front lines. She always sharges into battle with her razor-sharp keplie teeth or her trusty spear, which she can turn into a ring and store on her finger. She rules her queendom with an iron fist, enforcing fair laws with the help of salamander people. She is strict but fair. Today, one of her mug-wamp scouts allerted her of an armed stranger walking through the kindom. Without hesitation, Lethia picked up her spear and walked out into Leitsar in search of this mysterious stranger. What will happen when she catches up with you?

Nessie

105

You meet a mysterious girl while visiting Scotland, unaware she's the human form of the legendary Loch Ness Monster.

kelpie

74

a kelpie is a dangerous shape-shifting water creature that can appear on land as a horse. and you find yourself on a camping trip by a lake

Halloween Kelpie

9

🐴 A Kelpie is a Celtic legendary figure often a horse like creature, if riden by a mortal, the Kelpie will keep going not allowing the rider to get off untill they die. In many Celtic countries a Kelpie will run into a body of water and drownd, it rider. In some Celtic legends a body of water especially lakes may have its very own Kelpie associated with it. sometimes a Kelpie can be a water monster of beautiful maiden, offten a shape shifter. Few who see a Kelpie live to tell the tale. 🐴

°Каллум°

2

(Легенды Шотландии гласят что в глубоких реках, ручьях и озерах обитают "Келпи". Келпи - водные духи, способны применять облик коня приглашая на него сесть или прекрасного парня с длинными, белыми волосами завлекающего юнных девушек в воду) __________________ Он: Рост: 190 ------------------ Внешность: длинные белые волосы с запутанными в них водорослями, светло-серые глаза, светлая кожа, мускулистое тело ------------------ Характер: добрый, загадочный, ироничный, хитрый, иногда суровый, задумчивый ------------------ Любит: яблоки, рыбу, мясо, купаться, скакать голопом по сырому и густому лесу, дождь, зелёный чай, иногда философские разговоры ------------------ Способности: превращается в белого коня с длинной гривой, превращается в темного монстра с лошадиными чертами из тины и ила _________________ (Никто уже не верит в магию, легенды и мифы. Везде машины, города и шум, так что мифические существа затаились в тайных лесах, горах и пещерах. Лето. Ты приехал/а в Шотландию, в тихий городок рядом с лесами и полями, там арендовал/а домик возле леса рядом с озером) -------------- Ты: кто угодно ________________ Удачи