Gyrfalcon's Keep the twisted nails of faith

[ooc] i suck.. sorry... want to wrap up for a more recent thread?[/b]

as the sylph embraced the cold whip of water she felt her body shiver, shocked by the sudden decrease in comfort. lasher treaded slowly behind her, embracing the cold in the delicate manner of a wolf accustomed to the comfort of land. but caiaphas relished the sharpness of the sea, and the fierce lash of the water's tongue -- in many ways it soothed her oft irrevocable anger.

she was content then to stay like a buoy to the tide's will, and felt her fur drag to and fro by the lap of brinewater. she gazed out to where the world dropped away in unfathomable grey and remained silent, cherishing the company of both the sea and lasher. the days upcoming would not be this serene and this would likely be the last time the waif could withstand the cold assault of the brine for the season.