Okay, here's some research for you. Go to google, type Kelpie, and look for the wikipedia, or whatever site you pick, that's NOT about the dog. THAT'S what this story is about. Basically, it focuses on Blair Allan, and her colony, group, family; and how they live life as Kelpies, and how when mermaids and sirens whine, it's not so bad as what they have to deal with.
Personally, I don't give a crap if you're some mermaid or siren or seahorse or whatever whining about how hard it is being all beautiful or how painful it is to suddenly drown your lover because it's "in your nature" or better yet, how hard it is being a guy and giving birth. Boo-freakin'-hoo for you! Try being a Kelpie. And how hard it is being us.
Mermaids have beautiful kingdoms that has been said that Triton/Neptune/Poseidon himself blessed, sirens have the power to wrap any guy around your tail. Yeah, I feel your pain alright. I'm just a Kelpie, a Scottish/Irish mythical figure with no happy ending to their stories at all. Well, truth be told, we end stories; mostly before they can begin.
When I reach land, I become a regular black horse, in water, I lose the hind legs. My skin's so silky smooth that you can't help but come up and pet me or try and "tame me."
That would be the biggest and last mistake you will ever make. Well... Let's put it this way.. Have you ever started to drown before? Yes, okay good we're making progress. Next question. Have you ever seen what a siren does... Well probably not, you'd be dead if you witnessed what those little beasts do human bodies. Hmm... Oh, have you watched(like through a movie or something) what a shark does to a human when they smell blood or something of that range? Yes? Alright! That's what we do, well similar to that.
Doing this practically day in and day out can get so freaking tiring. Well, we can't change instinct. Or for the fact that because of this we've been slowly dying off.
History lesson time!
This one Kelpie had the balls to go ask Neptune himself to give us the power to shape-shift into a human and find our "other half". Good deal right? EHHH!!! The idiot forgot to ask them to drop out the instincts when in human form. So... Now, the majority-if not all-of us become human for the first time when we're about fifteen, sixteen, seventeen go on land, either find our "other half" or go sleep with the mortal population until we either A, get a chick knocked up to have our kid and die. Or B, get knocked up and go have our child.
End History lesson.
This is the life of the Kelpie. Let me tell you. It SUCKS.