Blackwater Islands on the low

2 weeks milestone: pups eyes open! technically this is for tomorrow but i wanted to post before the checker booted saint. ^-^

thus far, life has been little more than surviving.

blindly and deafly feeling their way 'round in a desperate and greedy attempt to map out the world they'd been born to.

a challenge they would always face, they do not yet have the mental capacity to realize ... even as their eyes open for the first time.

saint's left eye is the usual milky puppy blue of newborns. normal. ... but the right — it bears a gauzy pale, hauntingly milky white iris.

their vision isn't fantastic out of their normal eye — everything is blurred and shapeless shadows, as if they had never actually left the void — but it is a start.

accipitra didn't notice saint's eyes had opened. she was too involved in her own little world. her own eyes remained seemingly sealed shut -- unbeknownst to her they were mere hours from opening themselves.

she could feel rather than see saint's presence; the thickness of his milkbreath, the soft stir of warmth from his body. with a bullish grunt accipitra pursued it, each clumsy thrust of her paw bringing her closer to saint's face.