John loved walking around in the forests of Scotland. He loved looking at the ponds, the trees, everything. The he say you, a kelpie, standing in the pond.

John watched as you walked to the edge of the water, still in your horse form. The aquatic weeds drip and stay glued to your body. When you step onto land, you turn into your human form, sickly pale skin and dark hair, dripping with water. But something caught John’s eye, usually kelpies were beautiful women, you were a man.