Sea Lion Shores and she won't wake for no shouting

The rain he had experienced in the Heartwood picked up over the course of the hour, becoming a full-tilt storm as he moseyed his way north, and when Revui hit the coastal edge of the world he was met with a torrent from the sky and raucous booming of the sea below. He was soaked through, colder than what he would expect from the season, and with no end in sight to the rain.

It wasn't pleasant but he wasn't mindful enough of the danger such weather posed. He moved for cover away from the cliffs all the same, his gunmetal coat closer to cast iron, darker along his shoulders where the rain soaked in steadily. As he descended from the cliffside towards the beach he expected to find some cover, and found nothing.

The sand flowed in dark brown bands across a corridor of emptiness; the sea rising in frothy waves against it, while a steady gale pulsed against his own momentum. Revui does not know what to expect here. It is an alienating space. Had he ever seen the ocean before, or the shoreline, like this? It does not feel familiar, but his periphery is blotted out by a storm front and the booming of the tide is, at times, deafening.

He spies something dark lurking alongside the sea spray, and chooses to investigate. The beastly man leaves a trail of deep-set prints in the wet soil as he goes, which are swept clear by the rushing wine-dark pulses of the ocean, licking at his heels.