Lion Head Mesa i hunt the wilderness in myself

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Glacial gaze follows the chimera as he rises from the water with his prize — a large mouth bass — as if Axolotl is nothing more than a mere ghost further driving in the nail of annoyance at what the Atlanian perceives to be complete and utter ignorance. Last time the leviathan checked he was fully corporeal. Ticked hackles bristle and upper lip curls back from his teeth once more as the other male finally takes note to him. The warrior shaman draws himself up to his full height watching in satisfaction as the other startles and borders on the line of submission. The leviathan of the seas is not used to be so assertive but then again he’s never had cause to be before. Even in Meares Island where they do not believe in Atlan as wholly (or at all, even) as Nootka Sound does he still garnered respect without asking for it. Axolotl finds himself suddenly in a position where he can demand it and he does.

Assertive or not, as cruel and as commanding as the Sea or not, Axolotl is a shaman and thus is a teacher and the fact that the other male went so long without realizing he was there was little more than troubling. The bass is offered to him as an apology and the leviathan of the seas accept the tribute with indifference only glimpsing down at the kill for a few seconds. “How have you gotten through life so unaware of your surroundings?” The Atlanian breaks his terse silence, truly perplexed by this. Yet, he has seen it with his own eyes and there is no disputing the evidence that he has witnessed. “I had ample opportunities to attack you three times over with you none the wiser until my teeth were sinking into your flesh.” At the end of the day, the male’s incognizance is not Axolotl’s problem but he has been a shaman for most of his life and the impulse to impart some lesson was mere habit these days. “Naïvety towards your surroundings will get you killed.” A lesson that Axolotl himself has learned the hard way though he was not so fortunate enough to have someone offer him such advice. Instead, Atlan had very nearly claimed his life as a young cub. If not for Tarnish Atlan may have never relinquished Their physical hold upon him. Whether or not the male decides to take Axolotl's advice to heart or not ...well that was up to him.

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