I desire the things that will destroy me in the end {J}

your writing is so pretty! sorry for the wait. keeping this reaaaally vague bc the outcome of the war isn't determined yet

at dismal daybreak the sullen she-wolf rose, a bent and crisp silhouette against the night's dying brilliance. the sea thrummed monotonous besides her, a constant reminder of the rhythmic and insensate cycle of life. caiaphas turned a slender ear to the mother sea's bellowed calling, trailing her flat limbs along the rushing water.

between the frothy bay of the sea and the whisking beat of the wind she heard the summon of a wolf distant -- perhaps somewhere along their borders. the svelte thing departed the seafoam's touch, though salt and rime-water still lanced her pelt as she came upon the source of the call. at first she thought the silver spectre to be covered in blood; it was not until she drew close that she was cognizant of the most unusual and visually pleasing pelt the female bore.

the sea-witch's feral eyes fell upon the stranger, and silence coursed about them cold as saltwater as she awaited the naiad's explanation for her howl.