Mizumachi looked over the Mer with his clear blue eyes with a friendly smile on his face. It was not too often when someone would remember to come and greet him as the Master of the River. Respect was something that didn’t seem to be taught now a days. It was good to know that some out there still valued polite protocol.
“From the Bermuda Triangle, is it? That is quite some distance. The waters there more turbulent than the ones here, so you shall find it easy to get along here. Though boring it may be in comparison, the waters are friendly.”
It was the humans who weren’t so friendly, unfortunately. From what he’s seen thus far (though minuscule), the Mer was an agreeable lad. It would be just fine to allow him to take up short residence in his territory.
Motioning for the young Mer to come closer, he extended a hand, long fingers opened invitingly. If Kyouhei was going to be a guest in the territory then the current residents had to know he was welcomed. That was easy enough by giving Kyouhei a seal, which Mizumachi did by kissing the back of the hand.
“I will allow you to take short residence in these waters. Come closer to I may give you my seal proving that you are welcome here. I am the master of these Waters and most call me Mizumachi, it’s a pleasure to meet you, young one.”
Kyouhei couldn’t help but hold himself still and at rapt attention in the face of the water diety. Despite the fact that this one looked friendly as could be, he knew that diety’s often reflected their environment.
Water was an unpredictable and merciless element, and so most masters were the same, changing on a whim.

“Ah, it is but I felt that a change of scenery was necessary…” His general attitude was being received well, that was good! He still shied away from giving up too many details. “Thank you, I’m sure I’ll enjoy these waters.”
He offered up his hand, not quite resting it in the hand of Mizumachi but letting a little water separate the obvious warmth there, as was often more comfortable than skin-on-skin contact.
“Thank you once again. I’ll do my best to follow your example while in these waters.”
River Guardian!au /w mer!au Kyouhei @qtpie-kyouhei
Let me know if you want anything changed!How unfortunate it was that humans would begin by worshiping you and revering you as some God, to then completely forgetting about your existence and treading onto your territory. With humans’ desire to gain more territory, he was losing land that he looked over. Parts of the river were being damned. It was affecting not only his health but also his power. Mizumachi was the Guardian Spirit of the River and he had been watching over many generations come and go during his time, and was now unsure of how much longer he’d be able to do so.
As of right now the only ones who knew of his existence were a sparse number of humans who still had ‘the sight’ but also Ayakashi. To most, he looked like an odd visage of some silver fish– one almost too large for the river it occupied. To others with the sight, he looked to be a giant human wearing a silver Kimono adorned with golden and blue decorations.
With long, polished nails, glassy blue eyes, a pale complexion complete with delicate shimmering scales that were dotted all along his skin. In between his fingers were webs which likely served the purpose of helping him swim through the water. His feet? Well, he had no feet, but he had fins. A beautiful dark blue fin that shone in the water– if you could even bare witness to such a sight and see him as anything more than a simple oversized-fish.
He watched over all of the river’s inhabitants and sometimes he’d come across some of them such as Merpeople. They were quite rare now a days as many lived in seclusion or were hunted by humans for their blood or their meat. Apparently humans believed those to grant them eternal life? What a grand fallacy.
Feeling a small disturbance in the water near him, he looked over to see one such merperson swimming up towards him. Perhaps he had a guest who wished to greet him?
While many might think traveling or migration to be a waste of time, Kyouhei would often revel in his ability to traverse wherever his home (the water) touched, from the great blue seas to the freshwater rivers… It was worth the danger, most of the time.
Of course, it was only good manners to ask permission from the local deity before traveling in and through unknown territory. That and it was safer, to have the most powerful thing in the water aware of you.
Good thing they weren’t too difficult to find, especially not when the area was smaller. Which was actually a little worrying. Maybe he should help out before moving on through?
The basic-appearing Mer, with dark brown pupils and sclera the color of volcanic sand, skin pale as the water reflected most of the suns rays and he spent only the least amount of time out of the water, fluttered his navy blue tail at an easy pace until he was settled close to where the river guardian sat, scratching absently at a patch of scales that decorated his lower-left abdomen.
“Ah, Master of the River… I’ll be lingering about your territory and came to you for guidance, as well as to introduce myself.” Kyouhei dipped his head, hands clasped in front of him nervously.

“I am Kyouhei, originally from the Bermuda Triangle in the Atlantic Seas. I pray you’ll allow me short residence here!”