Wheeling Gull Isle long time the manxome foe he sought—

She’s looking for @Judah but she never got his name smh girl, all are welcome though!

She had left to the north, intent on seeing the ocean one last time before she began to seek out fame. Blossom was a year old now, and she had nothing to show for it but a handful of friendships she hadn’t maintained, and a period of stagnation so deep she had revolved around her little sisters and her little sisters only.

But she remembered as she stood watching the sky lighten with the dawn, she remembered her silver spun Adonis. And, well, what’s a girl to do but try and reforge that connection, fraught as it was with her emotions. So, she had left the dawn, and travelled down the coast a ways.

Blossom wasn’t the strongest swimmer, so by the time she found the first sizable island, one that could support a wolf, she was exhausted, only swimming on through sheer will alone. Her feet met sandy shore, and she hauled herself onto the land. Her pointed muzzle raised to the sky, and she released a pained, wheezy cry before she tripped over herself and went down.

Gods, I hope he’s here. She whispered to herself. Mostly because she’d look like an absolute idiot otherwise.