going to backdate this about a week, to give him some time to re-coup.
the storm brewing out to sea, dredges up the jetsam and flotsam; and along with the froth and unwitting sea critters spit violently onto the sands of ankyra sound ...so too is skylla. a reject of the sea god; pushed upon the shore and out of the receding waves' grasp. the moon light touches upon his form: half-drowned ...easily mistaken as dead if not for the rattle of breath followed by the cough and expel of seawater.
it burns coming out just as it did going down.
a small groan of pain escapes skylla's lips as he tests each limb carefully, aching but nothing felt broken. light rain pelts his face but he doesn't notice as he moves himself further away from the shore: progression slow but will determined.
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »