Sea Lion Shores A crack in the silver moon

I don't know what to write in tis anymore....

Who's neptune? the dark female asked. The white warrior looked at the female in slight dismay but remembered that she wasn't roman. "Neptune is the good of the sea, his power reigns in what is beside us." At that, he looked out at the sea, some tides coming further up to his legs. He basked in sea water and sunlight, feeling somewhat satisfied.

He wasn't sure how to answer to the sudden question of sympathy. He never had a chance to answer them. "Not that much, I've been in worse conditions." He muttered unsure of himself. The blood was already drying and he didn't give a damn about his physical appearance anyways.