Sea Lion Shores Within the swelter of the night

Forward dated about two days! So around Oct 27th! ;D

He still hasn’t quite found what he’s looking for. It seems wandering is what is asked of him right now. Especially from his god, or maybe gods? He is unsure, yet he wants to take from the young girls teachings. There is only one god and he speaks through O’Mally himself.

Though everyone must take a break every once in a while. As his journey along the coast continues, he finds himself frequenting the freezing waters of the salty ocean that continuously keeps him company throughout this journey. It’s almost comforting at this point. Speaking of, he took a dip only a few hours prior, his fur horribly curled by the harsh water. It give him a slight messy, or perhaps wavy appearance to his silver, shimmering pelt.

He’s practically only existing at this point. So he stops in his tracks, facing the sea, and bowing his lower body. His strong, handsome features of his face are tucked into his chest, as he says out loud a prayer.

“This is what the Lord says, he who appoints the sun to shine by day, who decrees the moon and stars to shine by night, who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar — the Lord almighty is his name!” His words are passionate and strong, his voice deep as he praises his god of the ocean and it’s creatures. One of which he is about to take a life from. “Creator God, all your works are wonderful. The earth and the oceans are yours. You made them with your hands and filled them with life, one of which I am about to take out of necessity; to live my lord, to continue to breath — for this is the way the Lord meant for life to be.” His heterochromatic eyes flick open ominously back to the shore as he locks his eyes onto a small seal pup. “Amen.”