Cerulean Cape the flung spray and the blown spume and the sea-gulls crying

This thread takes place May 24, 2017.

It is ENCOURAGED that characters wishing to join Undersea participate actively or respond with a short “roll call” post, but this thread is welcome to anyone!

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Instead of improving, conditions at the coast worsened by the day.

The torrential downpour from the distant hurricane and the gradual, consistent rising of the tides chewed up the strand from the Dragoncrest Cliffs to the Oystercatcher Tide Pools, scattering the seabirds and crowding the sea lions. Driven further inland as the breeding season reached fever pitch, the pinnipeds became increasingly territorial and aggressive.

The majority of the colony remained in the Sea Lion Shores, but clusters of them traveled as far north as Cerulean Cape and as far out to sea as Wheeling Gull Isle, dominating the southern coast of the island with swift ferocity.

Coincidentally, two territorial challenges broke out simultaneously.

On the southwestern coast of Wheeling Gull Isle, two inexperienced young bulls began their song and dance — a galumphing pair of heavy, slick bodies with sharply domed heads and mouths that cranked wide, barking and roaring insults. Some distance away, a small group of females looked on, the older females trying to look particularly unimpressed.

Meanwhile, in the Cerulean Cape, the situation was less comical.

The collection of females was larger — the pair of bulls older. Both of them bore heavy scarring on their sand-dappled, torpedo-like frames, and both of them were bleeding. One of them squinted, his eye so bloodied it was impossible to tell whether the wound involved the eye itself or the flesh above or around it, as he dove for his opponent with sharp fangs bared.

posted by coelacanth.