a wild claim thread appears! ♥
Axolotl stirs from slumber just as the sun has even begun its ascension in the morning sky painting the horizon a myriad of pastel colors: pinks, blues, yellows, oranges, purples and blues. There a few clouds that drift lazily in the sky but he pays them little mind before checking to ensure that Atlan will not unleash yet another storm of unbridled fury upon them. The tide is high as the leviathan makes his way down to the beach but it is calm where it laps upon the sands. Atlan has spent Their ire but Axolotl also knows that Their temperament is as unpredictable and ever changing. He understands it because it is like his own. Set with purpose, though, as he has been there is little time for untamed mood swings. He is no medicinal shaman but he collects what he can at the instructions of those who know more than him in the medical trade, he fishes and collects clams, mussels, and crabs — and when fortune favors him he manages to bring a few seagulls to the recently made caches.
This morning he turns his attention to border marking. Though they have yet to gather and discuss their options this Isle is theirs and marking borders is the only way to ensure that they are no invasions of other wolves, curious wayfarers and alike ilk. They were brought together — a group of strangers and non-strangers alike — and it is only logical to lay claim to what has become their salvation in a bleak and at the time grim situation. He marks the land meld between beach and solid ground, pausing to lift his leg and urinate, move forward a few steps and paw at the ground utilizing the scent glands in his pawpaws. They have appointed no Alpha runs off of his own mental check list of things that must be done in order to accomplish and seize the incredibly rare gift they have all been given.
*snatches wild claim thread*
sorry she's greedy
It felt strange for Maera to be here.
Still, this feeling of discomfort was not always present, it came and went periodically as the waves reached the shore only to leave once more. Currently the Sveijarn drowned in a sense of uneasinesss. Yet, not for one second did it cross her mind to leave.
She wouldn't.
Couldn't.
When Maera had woken, the pastel hues from the sunrise and Axolotl were long gone.
She figured he had left to continue what they had left from the day before when in a beautiful casuality, an unexplicable luck, they had again crossed paths. For a second, she resented that he had gone without her, that he had not woken her. Even if Maera had offered to help everyone involved in the disaster, it was for him and him alone she had come in the first place. His silent departure made Maera's thoughts become tangled.
After a giving the tufts of fur on her chest a couple of licks in a feeble attempt to flatten them, the fiery Sveijarn began to give herself a tour of the island.
She did not make it too far.
Soon after breaking into a trot, Maera found herself face to face with the first of these others Axolotl had spoken of. Instinctively, as she had been caught off guard and because the simple thought of being in an island full of strangers she was not sure would welcome her had her a little on edge, the flame's first reaction was to raise her tail in alert. Though she did not flash her teeth at the smaller female, a low chuff that converted into an anxious whine escaped her.
She parts her lips to speak but no sound comes from her mouth as it is Axolotl's voice that fills the air first. Maera shoots a glance at the man over her shoulder and though he calls her name she does not respond. She is however happy to see him, that she cannot hide, for her tail begins to sway gently before she turns back to the dark coated girl that Axolotl also adresses. She is the epitome of mystery embodied, Maera decides as she watches her stare silently back at them.
eep, i did not realize it was my turn to post please forgive me. ;-;
Coelacanth draws closer to him and there is a very minute tensing of his muscles though she seems quite herself …or rather the inkblot that the leviathan remembers. He stands still and though he is not aware of it proud as the inkblot traces the line of his jaw in submission. He does not rise voice to scold her for her submission — not as he once might have. There are seeds he is attempting to sow, seized by the sudden desire that had never harbored within him before, and he knows that Coelacanth’s support will help. He’d always been as the tide: unpredictable, untamable and thus, perhaps, it is only natural that he take on Atlan’s commanding and authoritative nature as well. There is no higher commanding presence than the sea for it rules all.
Glacial gaze flits back to Maera as Coelacanth turns her attention back to the flame kissed Sveijarn and there is a slight stir within him. They are adopted, their bond not of flesh and blood but by bond of family in it’s own way distinct and differently classified, but he seeks the inkblots approval of Maera and in a way vice versa. There remains still the matter of introducing Maera to Ixchel but as he is not quite sure what he and the flame kissed woman are to one another yet he does not wish to rope his blood sister into the mixture quite yet. “Her grandfather, Riptide, took me and my siblings under his wing when we were children. Something I am forever grateful for.” Axolotl offers Maera as he knows it is obvious that he and Coelacanth cannot be claimed as siblings in the slightest. Axolotl knows that without Tarnish, Riptide and the wolves of Vargas Island that he, as young as he was (especially when he’d nearly drowned) would probably not have survived to see him into his adult life.
He repays their charity and hospitality back as best he can by calling himself a Corten with pride and hopes they would not be disappointed with what he has done, thus far, in his life.
The sheepdog's cold nose reaches out to her and Maera folds her ears back as she recieves the gentle touch of the girl. Softly, she lets out another hum, almost a purr-like sound that is meant as a greeting to Coelacanth alone. Then Axolotl speaks again and Maera, letting her ears swivel on top of her head again to face the man, simply listens.
Now she felt dumb.
Dumb but somewhat relieved.
"ah, i see", is all she can offer while a little voice inside her head scolds her for not being able to keep a leash on her insecurities.
Then, with her hazel eyes seeking Axolotl's she tried to steer the topic past the introductions, being a little afraid Axolotl might have picked up on the stupid tensing of her muscles caused by an uncontrolable, unwarranted, flush of jealousy. "were you busy?" she asks the man, her eyes fleeting only momentarily to Coelacanth because she does not want her to feel ignored. It had seemed to Maera that Axolotl had been up to something before the three were brought together by some beautifully strange coincidence, and hopefully he will sense in her question a unspoken one, 'do you need help?'
She wants to tell him she is there to help him, especially, or ask if he wants to hunt oe whatever but does not.
All she does is wait, her eyes fixed on him.