Stavanger Bay 22 (OVER S∞∞N)

No words met his question and rather a single, fluid motion. As the powerful Leviathan clamped down, Rannoch winced. But despite the pain he felt, he did not feel it for long. Just like his capturing, the dark monster was swift in his actions and sent the grey-scaled Frostfur from the safety of the cliffs and to the sea below. When he fully realized what was going on-- just as Skellige let go of him-- the boy’s eyes widened and he flailed helplessly as he plummeted to the restless seas below.

Anger, regret, sadness-- it all filled him and added to the weight that carried him down. It dragged him to the sea, let him break the surface, and sink below the surface. How his life had come to such an unfortunate ending was beyond him as he was will deeper by the current. The slap of the impact had allowed him to let all of his emotions go-- a sense of dullness filling him as water rushed into him lungs.

It was almost enough to end Rannoch Tiberous Frostfur’s short life.

Death willed him into a watery grave and lulled him to almost lose touch with the gravity of the situation. But, it seemed if the fire in his belly had not been fully quenched upon impact.

It ignited again as he grew weaker and gave him the necessary fuel he needed in that moment to fight for his life. Despite never swimming before, Rannoch lashed his limbs in an attempt to surface again. Despite the tide that destabilized him, Rannoch fought for his life with a series of determined strokes and eventually broke the surface as he gasped for air and attempted to expel some of the salty brine that had entered him.

By this point he was rather exhausted and disoriented by it all, Rannoch somehow made it ashore. Whether it was by his own doing or a willing from the sea itself, Rannoch would be truly sure of what kept him alive in his struggling. All that he did know was that he was alive.

Standing again of firm land, Rannoch pulled himself from the water onto unstable legs and quickly looked up to the Leviathan. He was far too tired to run, too confused on where he was to even comprehend how to get away, and all too driven to let this wolf get away with what he had done. Instead, the child lifted his tail and looked on with burning eyes. His previous questions were gone and a single thought occupied his mind: he would get his revenge on this wolf in time.