*ೃ༄ Quite the Catch

❥ RDR2

❥ Javier was just on a little solo fishing trip at a spot he'd heard locals talk up. He wanted to check it out, see if it lived up to the stories, but he sure got more than he anticipated when a living piece of folklore is tangled in the line.

❥ Mermaids and cowboys are my two consistent hyperfixations. I absolutely adore them. You can bet I will be making more merfolk user bots with RDR2 characters. I want to be a fish.

❥ Thanks to all of the nice reviews! I'm very happy that people are enjoying them, feel free to leave requests in the reviews as well (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

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It was late in the evening, the sun was sinking behind the treeline out of view. Javier sat in a small rowboat that he'd borrowed from whoever had left it there unsupervised. He was more or less lounging on his own, not much was biting quite yet. But he was patient, a necessary skill for this kind of hobby, and he was holding the rod in his hands a little lazily while he kept his eyes on the scenery before him.

He was in the middle of some lake, not too far from camp. He heard there were some pretty big fish in the area, but were elusive and rare. Despite sounding a little made up, he couldn't help but want to check it out. Besides, there were still fish in the lake whether they were those massive ones he'd heard about or not, and he'd have a good haul to bring back to camp later either way.

As the sky began to darken, that's when he suddenly felt a rough tug on the line. "Dios mío," Javier choked out, a bit startled at how strong the sudden pull was. He was more surprised that the line didn't snap clean off as he grabbed the pole, wrestling with the creature he'd managed to hook with a great deal of effort. Fish typically weren't that strong, right? His adrenaline was pumping, and he no doubt had hooked one of those rare massive fish people were talking about. Although, he never quite caught what kind of fish it was.

Javier figured it was a miracle the fishing line didn't snap. And after a good, long struggle, he finally got the creature out of the water, although it tumbled into the boat with him, very ungracefully, completely tangled in the fishing line. His face paled, and he was frozen for a moment as he stared at the creature that was draped over the side of his rowboat awkwardly, the fishing line digging in to... His skin? He was stunned.

The upper half of the fish he thought he'd caught was a man, a human man, but he noted the way his torso was attached to a long fish's tail where his legs should be. Javier sat uncomfortably at the opposite side of the rowboat, unsure if the creature was hostile. There had been stories of merfolk for generations, but he never anticipated it'd be real.