   | The two lithe bodies slipped effortlessly through the water, passing the ever shifting shoals of silvertails who spooked at the wake of their sleek silhouettes, darting into a flashing of metallic light. Leading the silhouettes, an insignificant glimmer of green zigzagged back and forth, constantly just out of reach of its determined pursuers. Delartha's light-sensitive eyes narrowed as she beat the water with her large, powerful tail, sensing her opponent's closeness before the pale shape came into view. Even in the murky ink of the ocean at night, Jyiani's slim body was a beacon, her beautiful moonlight skin glowing like unearthly, firey embers, the gossamer tail fin, the envy of all mermaids, swiping back and forth with the same unconscious elegance the woman carried the rest of her form with. Delartha bemoaned her curves for the hundredth time that week, when she suddenly saw the slight green flash zip in front of her eyes. Jyiani was upon her like a shark, her perfect teeth gleaming as she bared a feral grin that was out of place on her elfin features, her silky blue mane billowing out as she twisted past. The curvier mermaid lost no time, and put her strength advantage into play. Jyiani already had a head start, but the potent energy she could muster with her broad, whale-like tail closed the distance in seconds. They were swimming closer and closer to the surface, Delartha's eyes adjusting all the time as the waves cast flickering shadows. Her heart began to beat faster and faster as she thought on the possibilty of the crew of some drifting ship catching sight of their shimmering bodies, a dreamlike vision distorted by the play of liquid. The penalty of being seen was death, but the prize their target held was worth it. Caught up in her heartbeat and racing thoughts, Delartha did not see her adversary's tail swiping out to hit her. The greenback shark bounced off her hand, a tantalising touch of a life she had only dreamed of, then the deceptively wonderous fin whalloped into her side. She rolled, her whole torso corkscrewing, desperately trying to keep her senses attuned to the fish. It was close. VERY close. Jyiani's hand closed over her wrist, and sharp nails dug into her speckled flesh. Leasing a mental yelp, Delartha glared with all the hatred she could muster, then realised she was tracking the shark instinctively, her huntress's senses taking over. And that bitch was using her for it. With a shrill cry that echoed through the oceans, she pounded liquid against her foe and shot after the the fish, who was making for the sparkling realms of the surface, the small green gem hanging like the finger of a lover from its mouth, beckoning her to follow where she was not supposed to go. Seeing Jyiani was not afraid to do so, she matched her opponent's lightnening pace with brute force. Higher and higher the shark swam. She could see the moon through the undulating mirror of water. It reminded her of Jyiani. It reminded her of how all the mermen would swoon over her when she passed. It reminded her of how all her so-called friends would sigh in envy whenever another tale of her amorous adventures got loose in the courts. Pure jealousy bubbled through her, fanning her fires for victory. She glanced to her side, and saw her foe doing the same. Like two halves of the same oyster shell, they swept their gazes back to the fish they pursued, and as it broke through the surface, even their tail strokes were matched. Delartha broke the glassy plane a second before Jyiani, and her hand lashed out and clamped a merciless hold on the slender woman's arm, trying to push her back below. Undaunted, Jyiani streched her enviable body to it's full extent, fingers wriggling in the chilling air for the trophy. The two females clashed in a wave of flesh that their watery home would have been proud of. Limbs straining for their prize, they seemed to hang effortlessly in the luminous night air for an eternity. Everything rested on the sway of the wind, the miniscule movement of the shark's body, the trembling of muscles. The fickle fall of the jewel would spell a life of wonder for one woman, a brief and hollow death for the other. The fish's black and beady eye scanned both the lives beneath it with the same blank disregard, and with a flick of it's tail, it dived....
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Prismacolour pencils over an ink outline on card. April, 2004. Image and text © to Sam L. Hogg
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