Novel & Cerita Mermaid Aesthetic

Maxwell asked, inspecting me from where he stood beside Halcyon, both of them suddenly looking a lot closer than I remember them being. "I have made it so that her Mermaid attributes can only be seen by those who know of her true identity. From her eyes to her skin which shines when making contact with water; If a person isn't aware that she's a Mermaid, then that person will only see a normal Human who's simply unfairly gorgeous." I breathed out a long breath of air, her words dawning on me. This was possibly the most useful gift I've ever received. "You know what that means?" Rick whispered, and I laughed, looking up at him.

Before the group entered the Mermaid Clan's sea area, the periphery was already filled with the mermaid army. Most of the mermaids had fishtails with human-shaped upper bodies. Both their hair and facial features were the same as those of a human being. Moreover, they were very beautiful. They had delicate facial features, fair skin, plump breasts, and two slender hands. They could be regarded as the best of the best. Below their bellies, there was a streamlined fishtail part, which was made up of various scales. It looked like a fishtail wrapped around their legs, which made their figures more moving.

I added some warmth to my demeanor by extending my lips into a friendly smile. I had never seen them up close but collectively they possessed a force of delicate but sharp, enchanting beauty. It almost felt as though I had been doing them a disservice by attempting to define their appearance but their gaze alone was magnetic and it would surely draw any Sailor to their death. I brought my gaze to the floor for a few seconds just to ensure that I wouldn't overwhelm myself if I focused too long on the features of the Mermaids.

Mia pulled Lin further as he kept lagging behind, admiring his new found. " Come on. What do you keep staring at? " Mia asked as she noticed Lin stare at one of the guards. She was as beautiful a mer-witch could get. All of them were. What made them even more attractive were their voluptuous busts. The rear was mesmerizing too as it ended into a tail like end. A thin layer of skin attached between the two legs like duck feet making it easier to paddle. Some wore a tail like suit that gave them more of the legendary mermaid feel. Their hair too had vibrant hue. Like Mia's had changed to a reddish tone others had crimson, blue, lavender and yellow too.

'Oh,' I thought when I remembered that we were in the ocean itself. She rubbed her eyes and surveyed her surroudings. The mergirl's beauty was unexplainable, just like any other growing mermaid. Mermaids were ugly as children, when they grew older into their teenage years they had a weird but beautiful look. As they attain the age of adults, their full beauty came up. Just like the tale of the ugly duckling. But she looked familiar, like her met her somewhere else. She had dark pink eyes, it reminded me of Elliot... No, Lot's eyes. Her lips were tangerine orange which complemented her carrot orange tail. Her shape was out of this world and her tail pattern was wavy.

Then the water twirled again, more deliberately this time, and the mermaid rose from its depths with a graceful spin, as if the river itself had called her up. She was stunning — otherworldly. Her long hair flowed behind her in glossy waves, a cascade of silver-blonde strands streaked with aquamarine. Her skin had the gleam of polished pearl, her eyes an intense ocean-blue that seemed to hold a language of their own. High cheekbones and full lips gave her an air of noble beauty. But it was her tail — long, glistening, and gold like hammered sunlight — that caught the light and made Amber gasp aloud. Tiny diamonds of water trickled off the fins as she hovered above the surface, staring silent

Another mergirl asked. "She is the most beautiful in all of Aquarial; only the fairies could match her in beauty." Another said and now the merman just watched them chat amongst themselves. "Yeah, I have seen her at the purple Rose festival, her skin was like that of the snows of Riveri, her hair was like the iced streams of Riveri and her eyes twinkled as clear and pure as the finest mountain tears." In Aquarial, when one is compared with Riveri it means that they were of exceeding beauty.

They were the weakest of the shifters, having to return to the water every night as their body forces them to shift into their mermaid form. I already knew what Marques wanted. A small girl had been picked up by my scouts about a week ago. She hadn’t shifted yet, so her mermaid wasn’t fully present, meaning she could stay out of water. A mermaid born on land would be human until they first shifted, a merperson born in water would be born as mermaid, unable to shift into their human form until their sixteenth birthday. I could tell the girl was a mermaid just by the color of her skin. Merpeople were the only ones born with sharp bright green slanted eyes. Taking in Marques similarities to the

Genad looked up leisurely to see Feral who simply stared at him agape. Ever since they'd met this was the first time Feral had seen his true form as a merman and IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. From the charming smooth looking light purplish hair that floated across the tub which he leisurely lay in to the well-toned and defined upper body that could effortlessly crush its competitors and last but not least was his tail. It was unique and gorgeous. Its purple was so light it seemed to glow with transparency and reflect nearly all things, his fins complimented its excessive lightness by a darker shade and from the upper part of his tail to the lower part the shades of purple got darker.

As if Meira could make me do anything-or would ever try. I rolled my eyes, sank into my irritation with pleasure, welcoming it as a mask for my sadness and nerves. Prepped for the coming fight. From the polished, gem-studded perfection of Pagomaris's horns to the sparkling spikes attached to her face and nails, down to the leatherette body stocking covered in a sheath of frothy gauze the aide wore, she was the epitome of Demoniconian style. Meira took after her, though in a subtler way.