the sea cuts upon the shore rough; a storm brewing out past the horizon, already bleak and grey and dark from the moment the sun had risen on the portside of the world. he can taste it in the tang of the salt, the seabrine kissing at his fur — freshly knotted with sandpiper feathers at his shoulder ( gifts found and not plucked, mind ) and dried from his most recent seabath.
he'd eaten his fill of seal; beached and left half eaten upon the shore ...though whether it had been a seabeast or otherwise that had felled it mattered little. it had been left to the scavengers, one of which rhaegal counted himself among.
at least, for now.
ears cup forth, alert as he makes his away along the shore that caps the ridge, skillfully making his way along the large rocks slick with bird droppings and seawater; fleetfooted.
he'd eaten his fill of seal; beached and left half eaten upon the shore ...though whether it had been a seabeast or otherwise that had felled it mattered little. it had been left to the scavengers, one of which rhaegal counted himself among.
at least, for now.
ears cup forth, alert as he makes his away along the shore that caps the ridge, skillfully making his way along the large rocks slick with bird droppings and seawater; fleetfooted.
November 06, 2022, 03:13 PM
The beach had always been her oyster and..well. She was helpless to not crack it open and eat the inside.
She moved with an ease afforded to her by this, even across the slippery slide of rocks and droppings. Her fur is drenched, soggy around her legs and underbelly, and the salt stings in her eyes still, but life was always like this to the pirate.
Corsair hummed beneath her breath, some rowdy drinking song she’d been taught once upon a time. It had stuck with her, as some things had over the short time she’d been alive, and even now it was an ear worm. She was helpless against it. The silvered yearling shifted her pace into a sort of dancing trot, gaze focused on the sea, and little else around her.
She moved with an ease afforded to her by this, even across the slippery slide of rocks and droppings. Her fur is drenched, soggy around her legs and underbelly, and the salt stings in her eyes still, but life was always like this to the pirate.
Corsair hummed beneath her breath, some rowdy drinking song she’d been taught once upon a time. It had stuck with her, as some things had over the short time she’d been alive, and even now it was an ear worm. She was helpless against it. The silvered yearling shifted her pace into a sort of dancing trot, gaze focused on the sea, and little else around her.
November 06, 2022, 04:18 PM
to be able to traverse these slick rocks was a skill obtained only by spending months upon months slipping upon them and as far as rhaegal cared to see: was a unique trait of seafaring wolves.
he does not expect to find another than can walk across them as if they were born to; thus, surprise halts his steps as a silver and ivory draped wolf catches his attention. it is mere movement at first, caught in the corner of his eye.
head lifts allowing golden gaze to scour her.
he does not expect to find another than can walk across them as if they were born to; thus, surprise halts his steps as a silver and ivory draped wolf catches his attention. it is mere movement at first, caught in the corner of his eye.
head lifts allowing golden gaze to scour her.
i didnae expect tae find another that can walk the rocks like that.rhaegal offers as a form of compliment once the initial shock at this unexpected turn of events has worn off.
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