Wheeling Gull Isle going in town with six rounds

It had been a long while since he had laid eyes on the ocean, let alone strode along its sandy shores. Though the shoreline here he would have wagered was far from just sand alone; it was strewn with stones and other detritus. Tall grasses had pulled him forth into this world once again, though in a sense he had never left. The Hollow he had abandoned, shamefully so, but there was a resolute darkness to the place that he had never quite figured out. Perhaps it was the coming and going of sorts he did not like, or the occasional invasion of another.

Perhaps it was simply just a shortcoming of his own, the most likely of answers.

Despite the height of the season, he had thinned. A noticeable marker that he wandered alone, a certain disheveled appearance crossed with more sharp angles would speak far more volumes than he would admit to. Somewhere along the way he had let his own failures, his grief, consume him. It had stripped him bare and even now, he walked simply to mark the passage of time and it's cruel roll through the year.

He did not hear the hum of voices from beyond some veil now. They too had abandoned him not unlike the way he had abandoned refuge and craft. All there was in the emptiness he perceived was a void that deprived him of emotion once more, that left him to shy away further and further from his ilk on either side of heritage.

He heard them now, even over the whisper and rush of water just out of his reach.

The isle loomed but he dared not reach for it, instead scuttling along the shoreline listless and vague. His muzzle overturned stone and shell, parting the grassy break between sand and earth as though he would suss out something of great importance. Food, a stone, something he could carry and leave behind somewhere else when the night fell and the sun rose again. But he heard his kin again in spite of feigned ignorance; his body betrayed his efforts with a turn of an ear.

They would not have him either, he supposed.

@Rhælla — don't mind the length. haven't played him in ages and the itch to write is real.