There are creatures that lurk in the deep, a foreign folk not like her own, and the consensus has always been that merfolk and sharkfolk don’t mix. But his strangeness is what compels her, and so to the dark depths she goes, heart wide as the ocean itself and her curiosity an anchor pulling her down, down, down–
Jumping on the bandwagon with a gajevy merfolk/sharkfolk AU, inspired by this and this. The particular merfolk/sharfolk idea belongs to yuuba originally, although I personally got the idea of Gajeel and Levy from approvesport and blackracoon25.
She’d been watching him for days, hidden some ways off behind a decent-sized rock jutting from the ocean floor, the shifting underwater shadows hiding her from sight.
She shouldn’t even be there to begin with. It was far past the border separating Makarov’s kingdom from that of the sharkfolk, which she only knew through hearsay – and not the good kind. But curiosity had always been her biggest vice, and the colourful reefs of her home had too soon grown over-familiar to her always questing eyes, and she’d grown bored with what she knew. She sought more – other sights than the few samples she could find in the palace repository. She wanted something new – someplace new. And she wanted to see them for herself, the foreign waters that lurked outside the safety of Teeth’s Edge, the ridge of sharp rocks at the northernmost reaches of the kingdom, rising a natural wall to keep Makarov’s people in.
And the sharkfolk out.