Sea Lion Shores metal and dust

i didn't see you had an AW thread yay. tagging @Ankh (anyway)

“speech”

Though she professed to hate the sea, Hatshepsut found herself upon the edge of the roaring crash all the same. The lap of foam upon sand confused and terrified the Regent, though she in her pride would never admit such a thing. Lestat had gone, perhaps to horrify yet another village filled with unsuspecting innocents, and although she was pleased he was pursuing the Gift given him by Akasha, she missed the oddity all the same.

The pale, fluid lines of another creature standing tensely before the gaping maw of the rough waters caught her eye, and the Regent paused in her careful trek across the sands to appraise the beast. Hale and slim, the wolf glowed in the light refracted from the ocean; it was an eldritch shadow the creature cast, and, intrigued, she approached.

Stepping quietly, Hatshepsut approached, letting her footfalls grow heavier so that he might hear her, and respond accordingly.

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