They say that legends are true stories that have been passed through time, told and retold until there was no way to know for sure if they were true or made up. Stories of magic, far away lands, and creatures of all kinds. Some could blend in with humans, and some could not, but they could hide.
This is what brings us our story. There is a whole world that humans are not aware of. Deep, deep down beneath the waters of the ocean, there is a world inhabited by all various kinds of marine life. But what no human is aware of, is that there is a civilization down in the dark waters of the Abyss. There is a large dome that travels the bottom of the ocean. No one knows what the dome is made of, not glass or even plastic. But a type of unbreakable energy that is unphased by the pressure in the water around it. The Dome is attached to a large section of moving earth, and it hovers half a mile above the ocean floor. There is only one way in and out of the dome, and that is through an underwater cavern, that leads to an air pocket within a cave.
The inside of the dome is full of air, its a living, breathing ecosystem. A Kingdom. A castle, a city, even the ability to travel to the country side. The dome gave off a light during "Daylight" hours that would illuminate the Dome as though it were daytime. And at night, the light would go dark and dim, and you could see the bioluminescent fish around the top of the dome moving and swimming around almost like stars.
Here in this civilization, there live the merfolk. Once a human race, these people were gifted by the Gods. Spacious lands, bountiful harvests, plentiful hunting, and numerous births. But when they took the gifts for granted and claimed themselves Gods, or even so, better than and tried to claim more than was given to them, the Gods smited their civilization and dropped it down to the deepest darkest depths of the ocean. Forever banished from the surface world. And when they submerged into salt water, they underwent a transformation.
Their legs would bind and become a long and scaled tail. Their arms would adorn razor sharp fins along the forearms. Fingers would web, and gills would form along the neck and lower back to allow them to breathe in the water. They could come and go from the dome, but they could never break the surface of the ocean. The air of the surface would burn their skin like acid. Only men were allowed to hunt outside of the Dome. These men were Knights to the King and were in groups of five men at a time.
Over time, they would grow their own versions of vegetables within the dome. They would hunt within the ocean for meats and other plant like to eat. And they would live on that way for many centuries. Never aging, but they could die. If one was in the ocean too long, they became "Lost" and would soon become a primal being that would eventually dissolve into seawater for all eternity. Soulless and unable to be saved. The women were also changed, and most births would be of males, if the baby was carried to full term. The men realized that they were soon losing the chance to repopulate, as well as many were going without mates. This would drive them to madness and they would seek the solace of the Ocean's Call and would become Lost.
There were those that thought it possible that maybe they could try to claim human females as their mates. But this was very risky. The rule was that a human could only be brought to the dome if they were going to die of drowning. If they could be saved, they were returned to the surface world. If they were dying, they had to survive the swim back into the abyss to the Dome. For them to be able to keep them breathing on the deep dive, the Mer must fasten their mouth to the Human's and breathe for them. Otherwise they will drown. Should a human live through the dive, then there is a chance that they could be made into a Mer, but the catch is they have to be drowned in salt water for the change to take effect. This has never been fully tested successfully.
Now it is Modern Day, and the surface world is still oblivious to the world of the Abyss. Shipwreck and boating accident survivors chalked up the fact they were alive to mere luck or maybe a miracle. But what would happen when the first female they rescue from drowning lives the dive, and is now trapped to live in the Dome for the rest of eternity? Will she choose a mate amongst the Mer? Will she try and escape? Will she change and then try to escape to the surface? Only time will tell when you dive down....
Deep into the Abyss....
Female - Taken
Male - OPEN
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[font "Times New Roman" [center Ivy Morgan sighed as she pulled the toga straight in the bathroom. It was hard as hell to use the bathroom in this stupid thing. It was either get this really long one, or get the slutty short one. No way was she doing that. Just because she worked for a bunch of rich assholes, didn't mean she was going to act like the other bimbos in employment here to try and earn that extra wad of cash. She was sure that wasn't the only "wad" they were getting. The thought nearly made her gag.
They were on a large yacht, serving and catering a costumed party, miles out from any visual land. No matter where you looked, you could only see water. The other girls had dressed in slutty outfits. Maids, cats, cops, nurses, anything with low necklines, high skirts, heels, and a view of whatever they wanted to show off. Ivy was wearing an ankle length, powder blue toga held at one shoulder with a gold broach - fake costume jewelry with matching wrist gauntlets, long gold earrings, a gold necklace, and a band of gold around her forehead. Her feet wore gladiator type sandals. Her hair - which was dyed a "mermaid blue turquoise" - was pinned up in curls and her makeup was matching to the colors she wore.
Knocking on the door made her sigh once again. [#00CED1 [b "Yeah, Felicity.... I'll be right out!"]] The woman on the other side of the door pushed her to hurry up as Mr. Hennedy was looking for her. Ivy groaned to hang her head. Mr. Hennedy was one of her boss's colleagues. After she had served him three brandies and his meal, he'd taken a shine to her that she didn't want to receive. She gave herself one more once over, and then went back to work.
Thankfully the party was out on the main deck of the yacht, and the party was rather large, so rarely was Ivy ever left alone with anyone too long. Back and forth to the kitchen and deck, serving guests, and avoiding Mr. Hennedy at all costs. When he was close he would like to place a hand to her back, or her shoulders. He would lean in too close, and she could always catch him staring. How she was earning attention and was the most modestly dressed woman here was still a surprise to her. [#00CED1 [b [i Of all the damned rotten luck in the world....]]] She thought to herself as she filled his brandy once again.
When it was time for their dinner, the guests were all escorted to the dining room and the deck waitresses were given a break. Some were on the back of the yacht for a smoke break, some had gone to mingle in the dining hall. Ivy was at one of the side walk ways taking a breather. her feet hurt in this sandals, she was tired of her legs getting tied up in the clingy fabric of her dress. She leaned on the railing and pushed some of her hair that had fallen free from her curls out of her face and away from her mouth. She could taste the spray of the ocean water on her lips and she finished a bottle of water before tossing it in the trash near where she stood. She hadn't noticed the man that came up behind her until the smell of brandy assaulted her nose.
[#800000 [b "You should feel honored, Miss Morgan. I could have my choice of any of those sluts that usually run this event, but I've had my eyes for you all night. So why do I get the feeling that you are being rather..... ungrateful?"]] An arm came around her waist to pull her against the large older man and she had to fight the urge to vomit at the smell of him mixed with the brandy. She swore once she got home, she'd never go near brandy again. He started to paw at her and she quickly pushed the drunkard away from her.
[#00CED1 [b "I am not ungrateful! I am just not consenting to what you are offering! I am not interested and want no part of what you are proposing..... If you want some slut then go ask one of the other girls, I'm sure they're more than willing to get on their knees for you..... "]] She snarled at him as she pressed her back against the railing behind her. Music started up inside the Yacht, it was sure that no one inside would hear her if she screamed for help. [#00CED1 [b [i Shit...]]]
He tried for her again, grabbing at her as she struggled to push him away, crying out her refusals on drunken ears that were used to being given what he wanted. She threatened to report him to the police and he grunted when her knee came up to his stomach, though she had been aiming for his groin. [#800000 [b "I tire of these games, little girl. I could have made your life easy. More money than you even knew what to do with. Houses all over the country, designer clothes, and jewels beyond your wildest dreams. but you had to be such a bitch, didn't you? No one will even know you're gone...."]] he slurred at her, his words lisping in his drunken state. By the time she realized what he had said, she had been lifted up and tossed over the railing and into the cold water below.
She struggled to try and swim to the surface, the yacht causing currents all around her that caused her to get tangled in her own skirts, keeping her from kicking. She was tossed and rocked by the water, she couldn't find air. She couldn't gasp or scream for help. Her eyes burned from the saltwater. Her lungs ached for air that she couldn't grab enough of. She coughed and gagged and swallowed more and more water as she seemed to sink farther and father from the surface of the water. Now that her skirts were drenched in water, they were heavy and pulled her down. She was a wafting cloud of skirts as she fought to live, but the cold around her made her body ache until she was numb. Her lungs were gripping in her chest for air that never came. After what could have been minutes, hours, or even days, she stilled and her world went black. Her heart weak but the only thing that still fought to keep her alive.
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