Cerulean Cape Been broken down

OOC: Open to anyone, Yuelong or otherwise!

The storm had passed, finally. It should come as a relief to the residents of the Wilds. Life could continue on as usual. But for one dark, lonely soul, there would come no such peace. The storm had taken from her the only solid thing in her life. Sotiris was gone - swept away by the grip of that winter monster. She asked herself, how, how had it happened?! Had he simply lost his way? Or did it overwhelm him, claiming him as a victim? Perhaps he had chose to go of his own will. Tzila knew that he was a sensitive boy and that the noise of the coast was often too much for him. He shared her mixed feelings for the oceanfront. Maybe the pull to go live inland was too strong. But he was so, so young. Too much to be alone, yet.

Infuriated with herself, Tzila had paced the whole of Wheeling Gull Isle, leaving no stone unturned in her hopeless search for her son. She snapped at anyone who got in her way, driving them off in a blind fury of a mother in agony. Astaroth was fortunate not to be present. Not that it mattered. She had given up hopes on his return a while ago. But if he were to show his face, he would feel the brunt of her anger. Somehow, it was his fault that Sotiris was gone. She would find a way to blame him, the absentee father. Though she too, was also overcome with guilt. She had finally accomplished something in her life...had someone of worth and now they were gone! What had she done wrong? Or was it all beyond her control?

Away from her island home and alone on the empty peninsula, she glared bitterly out towards the cold blue waters. She curled her lip in a silent snarl. Fuck this. Fuck all of it. She needed something or someone to tear into, just as the darkness inside of her was clawing at her. There was nothing. She acted without thought, releasing a powerful, single cry of fury that shattered the renewed calm.