Swiftcurrent Creek from the inside

totally fine with that! <3

It seemed, perhaps, to Kerberos, that the ebony male and him were similar in the fact that neither seemed to feel the need to break a silence. Of course, Kerberos could not assume anything of the other boy. It was just the sense that he got, though if it was a correct sense or not was yet to be determined. When the other boy had approached, he had not seen fit to talk Kerberos’ ear off, though, he said nothing at all. For Kerberos, old habits seemed to die very, very stubbornly and very hard. Finally, after some time where they had stood, assessing one another, the ebony boy broke the silence. Bringing to the forefront of Kerberos’ mind that he did, indeed smell of the ocean. Kerberos knew this was true, had worked since for as long as he could remember to make it so, after all, though the scent of the ocean, used to it as Kerberos was, had become lost to him. Kerberos, too, wore the ocean in the tendrils of his once silky fur were coarse with salt water that had frosted to his fur. Unconsciously, he clutched his precious seaweed swathe and the gift of the sea, tighter between his large, sandy front paws. Kerberos itched to correct Styx's use of the word 'ocean' with 'Sea' but resisted because he figured it would set a bad precedent.

For a few seconds, Kerberos contemplated telling the stranger unnecessary information about himself. How the Sea had named him, and that he had some mystical, spiritual connection with it. Of course, to anyone who did not understand that, it would sound utterly raving mad. So, Kerberos was content with keeping such things to himself, yet, Styx, though the other boy could not have known it, had asked a heavy question that dappled into Kerberos’ religion and the devoutness in which he stood fast to it. “The Sea commanded it of me,” Because to Kerberos Atka and the Sea were one entity. It was his own way of interpreting Shearwater’s faith and connecting it to the one the Nereides followed. Whether the other boy thought Kerberos was a loony or not was up for debate, but Kerberos, in truth, cared little. He could think whatever he wanted, it would not affect Kerberos (or so he thought anyway).

In a bought of initiative, Kerberos spoke next, “I am Kerberos Aok.” Kerb was still undecided on which sire name he wanted to use, which one defined him the best, so stuck with Aok because it was the last name he’d always known and was less complicated than ‘Aok-Nereides-Kesuk’.