i'm moving into stillness

Ava · (This post was last modified: April 12, 2018, 06:20 PM by Ava.)

smokestep, spilled from his inky, perpetually smirking lips. she etched it alongside the imagery she had created for him, but fitting, was all she had to say.

the two wolves that stood on ironsea's sands were complete and utter opposites. ava was what the wind spake during a light spring rain, she was the roar of cicadas at night. her modest form next to her captain's self-important swagger was humorous and ironic; she hoped that in time she would not look so sore.

the way he spoke was queer and often hard to decipher but she offered him her full attention. crew was foriegn but it stuck with her. thank you, she said with a dip of her head, running her tongue across her muzzle. in an attempt to be somewhat less demure, is there anything you'd like me to get started on immediately? i would like to find somewhere away from the water to start a medicinal cache.