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i might as well take a minute or two to talk about the perks - Sobeille - November 24, 2024
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the smell and the calls of gulls drew sobeille in first; though fog heavily blanketed the coast, her nose showed her where to go.
by the time her feet hit sand the fog had rolled out, the morning skies a muted hue of peach and cold blue.
the sea brought a gift to them. overnight, her lapping waters had deposited a massive shape -- sobeille had seen orcas, and dolphins, and all manner of seals -- but never something so immense as this.
its length must have spanned fifteen wolves at least; its sides so high she would need six of her stacked tall to see over it. and the meat! so much of it that its sides had collapsed in on itself, leaving a framework of bones jutting from where muscle had once been.
sobeille picked warily around it, gulls scattering only to arc their wings and land back once she'd passed them.
she stopped by its head where teeth -- if she could call them that -- were bared from a mouth contorted by death. her gaze traveled to its eye -- so rounded and full of immeasurable depths that for a moment, sobeille was transported to the moon pool in the grotto.
a chill raked her spine as she measured the span of that impressive organ; wondering what things it had seen in the deep.
RE: i might as well take a minute or two to talk about the perks - Dogfish - November 25, 2024
she had come because of the flocking of gulls.
the sight and its full intensity had not been discovered until she had been far closer. this was better than any gull eggs she might have been able to pluck from nests.
dogfish had long heard stories of the ocean pushing up such great offerings.
seeing was far different than hearing.
she could have no surprise in her for seeing that sobeille was already here. she whooped loudly as if she had become part-hyena in that moment, legs eating up the slick land that she nearly slid into the great beast.
the sight and its full intensity had not been discovered until she had been far closer. this was better than any gull eggs she might have been able to pluck from nests.
dogfish had long heard stories of the ocean pushing up such great offerings.
seeing was far different than hearing.
she could have no surprise in her for seeing that sobeille was already here. she whooped loudly as if she had become part-hyena in that moment, legs eating up the slick land that she nearly slid into the great beast.
you didn't tell me you hunted whales,good nature jest as she examined the giant tail.
RE: i might as well take a minute or two to talk about the perks - Sobeille - November 28, 2024
a loud whoop clapped over the cold air, a swarm of gulls taking wing in noisome flutters. sobeille turned to see dogfish’s easy lope, the near-miss of collision as she came close.
oh yes. dis one i be bringing down wit’ a single look.sobeille’s tone was dry, face severe save the twinkle in one eye.
the whale rose between them; an unshapely mountain of stilled meat and gristle. in a rare moment of empathy sobeille wondered if this being was someone’s mireille or chacal; if there was a hierarchy in that ancient order without analogue and without end. if someone mourned for their missing clan member, or if these beings were the last of a dying clade shuffling towards its eventual extinction while the world around them moved on.
do you t’ink dey ‘ave families like us?
RE: i might as well take a minute or two to talk about the perks - Dogfish - December 05, 2024
gif for story vibes since there's no living whales in this thread....rip
she snorted, delighted by the very thought.
she imagined this was a lot of damage from a single look. maybe a curse had been put into it. from sobeille? she could believe it, maybe.
the question caught her by surprise and her features fell a bit solemn.
when i was real itty, my grand used to tell this story. when she was a girl, scouring the coast like most days, how she saw a whole group of them cutting through the far waters.the validity of this story could never be traced, like all good stories went. dogfish never questioned her, though.
she said it looked like they all became one. like a hunting pack.
she had struggled to ever tell the story as good as grand had, but she hoped her seriousness carried the heft it came with.
maybe they're like us. maybe sometimes they drift and sometimes they come together. hope i'm this useful when i beach.she snipped her teeth towards a gull who was becoming too brave for her liking.
RE: i might as well take a minute or two to talk about the perks - Sobeille - December 06, 2024
a story! sobeille’s eyes lit with excitement. above all else, sobeille placed deep value in familial legacy — and a story was but a remnant of that legacy. a deep echo of some early ancestor, passed down from generation to generation like a proud secret.
individual whales taking on the shape of many; a pack of them hunting in far off waters. she could imagine the clap of their exhales as they breached the water; the rush and rustle of the sea over their long bodies, the cries of wheeling gulls above.
for a moment she closed her eyes and was transported to this distant scene; imagining through the eyes of dogfish’s grandmother what that might have looked like. how she might have felt — and she wondered if this was the same feeling she and chani felt when they witnessed the black orcas hunt seal along the coast.
tell me more stories — about your grandmaman.sobeille wanted to know why dogfish’s face had briefly turned solemn.
she moved to block the gull, but it was too late. it winged away with scolding clucks.
RE: i might as well take a minute or two to talk about the perks - Jean-Heron - January 08, 2025
While cousin Sobeille and the newcomer— Dogface?— huddled nearby in conversation, Sapphique’s resident Scaramouch limped alongside the massive carcass as gulls cried and crowed over his interference.
Most of them flitted from his path, but one larger-than-average seagull braved Jean-Heron’s approach with an indignant squawk, lording over its hard won patch of salted, swollen whalemeat.
Napoleonic anger swept through him; a lunge was made for the stinking melt of blubber, and a furious gullscreech sounded as the chimera commandeered the area in retaliation.
Alas, the seagull was either extremely persistent or its thirst for retribution was equal to his own, because in the same moment that he released the stolen meat to gloat, the bird swooped back down and (accidentally?) snagged the tip of Jean-Heron’s tongue in a razorsharp pinch of its beak.
Wrenching his head backwards with a yelp— the altercation over in the breadth of a second— his tongue was painfully forked.
The resulting yowl sounded over the cacophonous gulls as the whole flock took flight for a few flaps before settling again to noisily feast. And as his caterwaul subsided to whimpers, blood welled freely from between Jean-Heron’s teeth.