Gilded Bay up on the sun, lookin' sad and beautiful

maybe @Ford ?

he really can't get over how beautiful the coast is. he'd visited a beach with mo- with the queen once. it hadn't been as nice as the place he's visited these last few days, so he'd never thought much of it. now, wandering through the bay, he can't help but wonder about exactly how much he's been missing out on all this time. but that's kind of a depressing thought, and he tries not to entertain those anymore. so he decides to distract himself, approaching the water's edge with his gaze trained on the horizon, unblinking as if he might memorize the sight if he stares long enough. who knows, he might need to; he's learned by now that freedom can be all too fleeting.

The titan had taken to trekking down the coast in search of joiners, or at least those who did not feel as though they had a place in that world. The warhound was not a savior by any means, but he knew that numbers would be a great decider in how successful they turned out to be. If he could fill his ranks, there was a chance that they could expand and grow beyond anything he had ever dreamed of. Ford only wished that the forest beside the bay had returned to life. For all the magic that it had supposedly held in the roots of the trees and the creatures that roamed it, it hadn't had enough to save it from destruction.

Thick prints were left in the sand as the brute continued further down to the other bay. His eyes scoured the stretch of sea that seemed to go on forever into the distance. There were days that he wished he had the strength to swim the very length of it. His mother had often spoke of magic, but he had only ever felt such things when he had been in the thick of the crashing waves and the swell of the sea had threatened to pull him under. Ford could only imagine what was beyond that – what happened when the last glimpse of land faded from sight and the only thing that remained was the rocking water.

There was a stranger not far ahead of him. The titan drew his crown upward and created a smile that curled his features. With a careful approach, he closed some of the space that had stretched between them and then nodded his head in greeting to the small fellow. “Nice view, isn't it?” he inquired in a smoky baritone.

he's interrupted by the approach of a stranger, startled at first but quickly relaxing as he turns to look at the other. a striking dark man, with mismatched eyes and markings like nothing he's seen before. his gaze lingers over his features, a little awestruck — at least, enough to forget his manners entirely. yeah, he agrees softly, glancing back out to the ocean as he realizes he's staring. it's beautiful. like nothing i've ever seen before. and so are all the strangers of paradise, it seems.

There was something to be said for seeing someone witness the ocean for the first time. It was a moment in which the whole earth fell away and left you floating in the sea that stretched on forever. As much as the skeletal titan enjoyed those who had grown alongside the swell, he found the moments like the one he shared with Blossom to be extraordinary. Still, he could not help but to notice the way that the smaller wolf openly gawked at him. It was not the first time, and he was certain that it would not be the last. Typically, his shape and presence was quick to ignite a sense of wariness in others. The warhound had learned how to make them feel more at ease with a bit of well-meant conversation.

“Your first time, then?” he asked of the stranger. His voice was inflected to sound pleasant and charming, though it still retained much of the smokiness that had initially been there. On his features, Ford sported a smile that seemed almost ghostly due to the lack of emotion in the depths of his mismatched gaze. In spite of this, the tip of his tail wavered in place for the orange wolf. Were it not for the politeness of the stranger, Ford would have likely sunk his fangs into the orange nape of his neck and thrown him into the waters. He did not forget that he was still hunting for the brute who had ravaged Dalia.

the man is as pleasant as he's come to expect from strangers here. he smiles, still staring out at the waves, and nods slowly. yeah, is all he can offer for a few beats. then he glances to the other wolf, eyes sparkling. i don't think i'll ever leave the coast again. it's not entirely true; he knows he will wander, as he's found he likes to do. but he thinks he'd like to make a more permanent home here, somewhere — maybe he can.

pls do not hate me for taking so long ily u dearly <3

“The feeling is mutual,” the great sea-bound wraith responded with a curling smile. He had always felt a sort of kinship with those who were drawn to the ocean. Though they may not have been made of the same swell-battered grit, there was still a commonplace for them to stand on. While it was all good and well to spend time reflecting on the sea, Ford was curious about his temporary companion. He turned his crown toward the other male and peered at him down the length of his muzzle. “Where were you before this?” the warhound inquired with a slight cant of his skull to the left.