Sea Lion Shores ours is to smile at your passing, friend

the wastrel watched charon come closer, his posture somewhat ambivalent as he approached. her own stance remained folded, hunched and bedraggled in the manner of a sodden gargoyle. behind the youth a pale cream wolf lingered -- caiaphas was struck with an overpowering sense of deja vu.

she recalled vaguely she had met both and given both two different monikers -- slyly she repositioned herself so that her back was to a boulder. her feral gaze remained on the spotted countenance of the youth, though no scant trace of challenge lurked in the fevered yellow of her eyes. kevlyn -- the name itself tore into her far cleaner than any natural disaster. her visage crumpled, her resolute stare fell. "killed by a red bitch." she spat into the cold sand, her expression worried by grief. despite this time his passing was still a fresh wound to her -- her loss the raw kiss of a mother's impassioned sorrow.