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

as the two mirrored each other caiaphas watched them sullenly, her yellow gaze sharp on charon's youth-kissed features. she did not like the persistence in his voice, nor the assertiveness of his follower. slowly her hackles raised as charon challenged the authenticity of her sorrow -- what wretch dared defile a mother's grief, or question a haggard so sharply?

outrage collected clearly in her illuminant gaze -- along the slender line of her lethal muzzle a wrinkle of a snarl appeared. "stand down, pup." the sea-wretch commanded, rising to her full (and un-intimidating) height. a spectral vehemence hung about her enervated countenance, an expression riddled with murderous impatience.