Stavanger Bay for storms before were as nothing more
All Welcome  June 19, 2018, 10:17 AM
Erzulie
Ironsea
Quartermaster
        as of late, there had been upheaval within ironsea. erzulie kept her too-active psyche busied with daily forays into the sea, one that left her small body hardened by the lash of waves. good hunting inside the packland, but there was more to be found outside of it.
        today was not that day — today the harlot sat poised upon the shoreline, some small delicate whisper of tune rising in her throat. cinnamon forepaws sorted gently through a tangle of kelp. here there was something to be found, for the wide wet sea-plants made excellent bandages. at length, her mintglow gaze tipped toward the sky, but soon she had returned to her task, extricating leaves to lay unfurled upon the sand.

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July 05, 2018, 04:19 PM
Julep
Ironsea
Swab


The voice was what had called her. Julep was simply walking by the woman, minding her own business when her soft, sweet tune reached her ears. She slowed down, her last thought had vanished. The woman was stunning. Gold and cinnamon all over her glorious ivory figure, and that was just from behind.

Kelp. Her paws were delicately sorting out a tangle of it, Julep noticed with a glance, and suddenly it became the most interesting activity. Julep settled on the sand close by, admiring the unknown woman as she enjoyed her voice. That was all she wanted. She actually kind of needed it.


July 06, 2018, 11:08 AM
Erzulie
Ironsea
Quartermaster
thanks for joining! gonna draw it up to the present :)

        her song did not fade as her ears swiveled at the sound of gentle pawsteps upon sand. at length, erzulie paused, turning her muzzle beneath its spiced mask along one shoulder to regard the slender thing. it was a girl of earth and fire tones who had drawn close, a delicate-boned creature limned with curiosity. "come closah, ti kras ti pijon,"  the harlot murmured, cheeks rounded in a warm smile as she sought the half-distant features of her packmate.
        returning to her task, she found her chai-tea pelt lifted and caressed by some warm salted zephyr; she was still then, lifting her face to the heavens and breathing the fragrance of waves lapping upon sand, tossing themselves against stone.

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July 12, 2018, 04:23 PM
Julep
Ironsea
Swab
sorry about my slow ass





She was invited to come closer, and like she'd been charmed Julep moved to sit next to the caramel-pelted beauty as the breeze sprayed slat water on their figures. You have a beautiful voice, she said, not only the sound of it, but the accent and the foreign words. It sounded like a dream. Then she realized she'd been staring too long and diverted her gaze upon the kelp at hand though the sea maiden was by far more alluring.