Wheeling Gull Isle keep you in the dark

in her purgatory, she can only think, and dream. 

the dreams are senseless, falling, stumbling through the fading webs of a hundred different realities. her thoughts, however, are the only thing the woman can control. they are steeped in hate and rage, tainted by delirium at the height of her fevers. hela makes a list; of faces, of names. 

an eye for an eye, a leg for a leg. the scales are not made even. she will right them. 

left to burn inside her own mind, her motives, twist, sharpen, are made anew. dark gods beckon at the edges of memory, whisper fervent lessons. the body is still; broken, healing. but behind half-slitted molten gaze, her mind works, imagining just how neatly she'd disarticulate the skeleton of the dark woman, remembering the way the warlord's life had sapped away beneath her fangs.

ruo told @Huojin to stay at the den, or find his father. she needed to properly stretch herself with a good pace, and a proper swim. however because her son was so young, he would not keep up properly the way she wanted. slowly, was the siren adjusting him to water, and slowly was he starting to move more..

maybe eventually she'll bring him along.

wet fur clinging to the otter-like wolf, she slipped out of the sea and decided to take a walk around yuelong. it had been some time since she properly got out and see for what it was..

and yet everytime she does, ruo meets this wolf.

blue eyes locked onto woman whom she came across. calm, emotionless she looked onto the other.

but, disdain in one's mind.

this the rude one who told her to leave.

man fuck this lady.

molten gaze falls upon a silver shape; fur clinging to the frame of a wolf. exhaling, recognition dawns; the wolf she'd met only briefly. this one had been utterly unfazed by the presence of a foreign and bleeding wolf in their territory, and left immediately upon being told to by one that held no rank in her claim, something that told the warlord that this one certainly would not impress with her intelligence, pliant as she was. 

"what do you want?" to claim that she was utterly content sifting through her thoughts would be by no means true, and this woman, if anything, was a distraction from that. her muzzle lifts, gaze shifting open, but the rest of her remains still.

"who are you." straight up ignoring her question, ruo ventured into her own questions. last time she was asked to leave, and generally didn't want to deal with the moody, bleeding wolf. she cared little about the ranking system, and since the other smelled like the others, she knew it was safe.

yet she still acted moody, and injured.

the siren was irked by this woman, but also now wanted to know.

"it does not matter," she drawls, gaze settled heavily on the strange woman. "I am bound here." she understand enough about the healing process to know not to move; only to shift from one side to the other, to make for the stream when dryness pulls at her throat. to rely on the kindness of those who have made her dependant on her is grating, painful, and yet she must.

ruo shrugged, "it nice here." paradise she would call it. surrounded by trees and water, there was no neighbors to worry about, only the thin strip of land that occasiionally set in that'd they have to worry about. otherwise, intruders were virtually absent, which confused the siren on why she was here.