January 27, 2018, 12:54 PM
Hoping for @Screech?
She watched them bitterly, the hunger clawing deeply at her stomach. If her sisters were at her side, they would make a quick feast of the few sea lions that clung to these shores in the midst of winter — but they were too large, too dangerous for the siren to take alone. Still, she was desperate; hunger would kill her soon, and attacking one of the bulls might be worth the risk that it could kill her.
Meteora licked away the saliva dripping from her chops, considering. Her exile from Themiscrya had not been meant as a death sentence, but it could very well become one.