Two Rivers Isle broker no argument

For a moment it was peaceful, dark and silent save for the churning rumble of water overhead. His eyes had instinctively snapped shut, and though his limbs felt more keen on stagnating, letting the water carry him away to an existence beyond this one, he had things far too unfinished to leave just yet. A goal.

Magpie felt a tightening in his chest as he raised his head, immediately hacking up water from his tortured lungs. The current still shoved at his face, blurring his vision as he desperately tried to find a trace of his muse, just a sliver of blonde fur anywhere in the chaos. He couldn't find the strength to cry out, lungs still stinging from the invasion, but his throat remained constricted on the precipice of a word.

He felt useless, like his purpose had gone, and he was now left with nothing. Scooped clean of all that made him, him. His eyes scanned over the river again, a nauseating burn forming in the corners of them that he breathed through like a scolded child. The dread was doing its work, eating away at him from the inside, devouring him like nothing. Magpie almost began to relax, to give up on whatever it was pulling him along all this time, until another hacked yelp besides his own cracked through his mind like lightning. But he still couldn't see. There was the ghost of Cormorant but no physical body, and he half wondered if maybe he’d hallucinated it. Though, as probable as that would’ve been, the small flash of a gasping muzzle just strides away proved he hadn’t completely lost it, yet. His legs broke their stiffness, bounding as best he could toward the spot, a prayer on his tongue that the wolf hadn’t shifted further down stream.

Magpie’s head plunged downward carelessly, jaws opened wide searching for anything, and snapping around nothing as he reared back for air. His heart squeezed in a terrible rhythm, clouding his judgment as he stepped back a few paces, and submerged again. This time, no thanks to him, he was met with a mouthful of scruff, barely moving against him yet still struggling. His teeth sank deep, perhaps deeper than necessary, and with a twist of his head he jerked the other up from the water.