Dragoncrest Cliffs vwa sab

the seastorms thrashing outside during the entirety of the night had called to saint to, but it was not the void of a loved one that tried to cajole her out into the fierce howling winds and rumbling thunder. though she slept barely a wink, she had resisted the ugly siren call of the dark, plagued gods she spurned.

she did not desire to be their vessel nor their sacrifice; even if it was the sole purpose of her creation.

the salty tang in the air is thicker with the humidity of the vicious storms the night prior when the voice rises for the wolves of sapphique.

she is far from the first to arrive, which is a bit of a relief; her golden eye focused on studying the plethora of bejeweled fish littering the sands. though her pack mates have surged into the fray to eat their fill, she hesitates.

she had never seen such pretty fish before, and tries to center her focus on the physical world her golden eye saw, instead of the blinded eye that saint believed saw the murky grey and shadow kissed unworld.

she keeps to the edges of the group, choosing a smaller fish before she begins to fill her belly, pausing only when commotion rose: a child that appeared to have tried to eat a jellyfish.