Cerulean Cape is anything but safe

for the lovely @Vonn~

the progression along the coast leads him north to the cerulean cape that looks wildly exotic to the fiend. the territory itself is all grandeur and splendor with its crystal clear water and soft white sand beaches. a picture taken right out of a high end resort's colorful brochure. the sour expression on severin's face — full forced disillusion — isn't particularly aimed at the spectacular scenery but rather at the high, cold winds; giving new meaning to the term looks can be deceiving. there is no true escape from this winter wonderland hell. a low blow to the foreigner.

it wasn't like his adventure to the teekon wilds was exactly planned ( and maybe that's what he gets for running away ); instead of running south to warmer climates he'd ran north, subconsciously seeking a place that he'd heard of often as if it might offer him sanctuary. it offered him sanctuary, at least. just not exactly the 'sanctuary' he'd built up in his mind. severin's shoulders haunch against the wind, squinting against the sand as his ears taper back to slick against the crown of his skull as he stares dejectedly out at the deceptively beautiful sea.