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nevermore - Simeon - September 13, 2025
Simeon Redhawk never slowed down.
He'd crossed the sand bridge three days ago, when the sun was low and the tides had divided the sea. Raucous cries had welcomed him, and he'd dove into the sanctuary like one of those wheeling gulls.
Simeon could smell his family in the salt brine and the sweet swell of lavender along the southern hills. Each day, he raced a different quarter of the island. Waves caught like laughter in his ears, songbirds like hymns, and the faded thoughts of yesterdays rose like a new sun. Every morning they were closer than they'd been in many moons, yet far as they'd always been.
And he never stopped moving.
On this third evening, Simeon lugged a large bass from the ocean and settled on the rocks. The sun lit the waves between the mainland and the island with a ruddy glow, and the red skies promised fair weather tomorrow. A small raven hopped along a stone not far from where he'd settled.
A little far from home, aren't you?he murmurmed. Then, tearing off a morsel of the fish, he tossed a piece to the bird.
RE: nevermore - Seastorm - September 13, 2025
An island. The wolf who was really a storm had never seen anything quite like it before. She'd seen islands, of course, but never one that loomed so close to the shore. Never with a bridge of sand she could cross while scarcely getting her toes wet.
The figure in the distance caught her eye quickly, though she wasn't quite sure what to do with sudden company. She went very still, bright eyes tracking the other wolf's movements from afar. Her tail hung loosely at her hocks for now, not threatening but not quite friendly either. She watched, waiting for the moment he saw her.
RE: nevermore - Simeon - November 02, 2025
And he saw her, a flicker in the corner of his eye, as he tossed another scrap to the circling raven with feathers mottled like the past. And he took her to be some shimmer of a seabird hoping to be a part of their feast, so he tore another morsel from the fish and prepared to toss it her way, when he realized he was face to face not with a bird, but with a wolf, who blended as seamlessly with the gray stone and turning waves as he did with the dusty bluffs and sand.
Simeon tossed the morsel sidelong, to where the piebald raven busied itself. His gaze - warm and intense - remained fixed on the girl.
You hungry?he asked, as ordinarily as if he'd expected company in a place as lonesome and quiet as this.
It's fresh. Here,and he pulled off a more sizeable chunk and tossed it towards her, far enough she could grab it and run. Close enough they could talk, if she risked herself and stayed.