Turtle Island save yourself

For @Gabe!

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The sea had brought her a siren. A reminder of what had been left behind — of what had been lost. And here she was, racing up and down the sand bar while the wind whipped hail and sleet through the sky, rather than spending time with a vestigial connection to a world she'd left behind.

She ran, turned, ran some more. Snapped at chunks of snow floating through the air - barked at birds she could spy soaring against a backdrop of moody clouds. It was during her little tantrum that Hemithea noticed a dark blot on the horizon. The island was foggy and distant, but the tide was out and it presented a sort of.. trial to Hemithea.

Or maybe that's just what she told herself as she plunged into the freezing sea, making a bee-line from the shore to the distant island.
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Thanks for starting :)

Today Gabe was back on the beach, enjoying the sun and the sand. His fluffy white pelt seemed to disappear into the sand, which he liked a lot because it was similar to the snow he was used to up north. Similar but not the same. Sand was much warmer that snow, and sometimes it was even hot. And unfortunately, it didn't melt away like snow either. Sand stuck to your fur, and he would have to take a bath to get it all out. 

That was exactly what he was doing right now. After rolling around in the sand for a little while, Gabe had gotten up, realized that his once ivory pelt was now off white, and with a sigh he trudged into the ocean's cold waters. As he was washing himself off in the water, he noticed a light trashing spot not far off. After squinting at it, he realized that it was a wolf, rushing into the ocean. Was she trying to drown herself? Hey! What the bloody hell are you doing? He shouted after her.

After a moment he decided to go after her. He wasn't about to let some random wolf drown herself, not when he could do something about it. He swam out to where she was, his legs thrashing fiercely in the water. He was scared to go out too much further, but once he was close enough he shouted again. Stop!

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The waves were throttling her as she swam through them. It wasn't as harsh as one might expect - cold, certainly, but as a coastal wolf who frequented the shallows of the sea, Hemithea wasn't as swiftly affected. She came upon the midway point just as the current began to tug at her lithe body. When a voice rose over the din of the whipping waves, the siren paused and bobbed for a moment.

The stranger called again, ordering her to stop - or so she thought - and had Hemithea been aground, she would have pointedly ignored the accented English. Instead she was forced to keep treading water (half spooked by the arrival of the stranger) and then worked extra hard to fight the currents around her to reach the shores of Turtle Island.

As she pulled herself upon its irregular shore, sea water dripped in rivulets off of her snout, her cheeks, the pointed clumps of hair upon her belly. Behind her she whipped her tail to dry it, and in the same motion she writhed snake-like to face the swimming man still watching her.

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When the strange woman didn't stop, the boy swam on, hoping to stop her before she got too far out. It wasn't until he was about halfway there that he realized that she wasn't swimming out into the great big nothing that was the ocean, but she was swimming to the nearby island. In that case he should've just stayed back on shore, but now that he was already more than halfway there, he saw no use in turning back. He continued on, fighting his hardest to make it to shore. Swimming was harder for the arctic male, his coat was thick, and built for snow not water. But he was strong, and he dragged himself onto the island's shore not long after the older white wolf did.

When he made it to the shore, he looked over at her, and was surprised to see her glaring at him. Had she not heard him trying to save her life? Well maybe she hadn't needed saving, but at least she could be gracious that he'd been brave enough to try. Well you're welcome. He muttered under his breath, turning and looking back at the coast far away. He'd swam all the way out the this island and exerted his energy, he would need a rest before returning to shore. So for now he was stuck with this stranger he'd tried to save.

Sitting himself down on the sand, he turned his fiery amber gaze to the woman and spoke. Hi. I'm Gabe.

haha Gabe xD edit: I just went and reread this post and omg there are some many typos please forgive me!

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Within moments of arrival Hemithea knew she needed to find shelter. Her body was covered in icy water and the salt from the sea (usually a comfort) would dry out her skin if she wasn't careful. It was stupid of her to go swimming at such a frigid time; winter was harsh, and no less so for those that dwelled alongside the Mother Sea.

The sparse patch of sand she had found, dragged herself upon, would be gone soon enough. The woman would have an hour, maybe two, before the tide swept in. If she wanted to scour the coast of the dome-shaped island she would have to be fast.

—Alas, the stranger had made it ashore just as she came to this conclusion. He muttered something under his breath that, had she heard him, Hemithea would've probably ignored on principle. His introduction was met with an aloof turn of her head; Hemithea shook from her neck to her withers in an attempt to dry herself, and then began to saunter away from the stranger - Gabe - as if he wasn't even there.
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Gabe watched the female, waiting for her to respond to his introduction. But instead of a greeting from her, the boy was practically spat at by the way she ignored him. His jumping to the conclusion that she was in danger had been a foolish thing to do, but he'd had only the best on intentions. And if they were going to be stuck on this island for a while, Gabe had thought they could get along and maybe hunt and keep each other warm. Teamwork and such. But the female turned around, and walked away without another word.

Still not sure what he'd done to upset her, the young man rose from where he'd sat and shook his pelt out from head to toe. He would have to groom himself later, to get the sticky feeling out of his fur, but he didn't mind. He trotted quickly over to the female, his head ducked slightly to show he meant no harm. He didn't say anything at first, he just walked at her side. Then he turned to her with a cheerful grin on his face. Hi, I'm Gabe. He stated again, in a sort of teasing tone.

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For some reason he was persistent. If this was a test from the Mother, Hemithea was perplexed by it; she knew that as a man this wolf was beneath her, but he did not act like the men that she was accustomed to. He was bold. He followed her, spoke openly, and did not take the hints that her behavior and posture provided. Either he was being purposefully dense, or he was a lonely stranger eager to make a friend.

(Or maybe both.)

When he came up behind her, she stopped and turned to regard him again with her angry, narrowed gaze. It was hard to tell if Hemithea was always pissed off or if her eyes were just naturally slanted in such a manner as to suggest irritation; at the moment she was irritated by his cheerful pandering, but as she did not know how to speak in his language, she could only glare at him until he went quiet.

Then, taking a sharp breath of cold air, she responded: Γιατί με ακολουθείς? Μην έχετε κάτι καλύτερο να κάνει? It wasn't like she was oblivious to his language; she knew how to understand it, but did not practice often enough when she was growing up, so she could not speak it fluently. If he was an outsider then this would be the easiest way to test him.
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(A little bit of both)

As soon as the boy finished speaking, the woman whirled around to face him with her eyes narrowed with a fiery intensity. His words were cut off abruptly because of this, and he skittered to a stop to keep from getting closer. He thudded back onto his rump and flattened his ears, as if she were his mother and she was about to scold him. With a long sharp breath she began to speak, well at least he assumed it was speaking. However realizing it sounded similar to the language Kalika had once spoken to him, his ears unflattened.

You one of Kalika's sisters? He asked, sitting up straight. Why did it seem like all of Kalika's pack were evil? Kalika was definitely the only one he liked so far, and he did like her a lot. If not for her, we would've been off the coast in no time.

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The fact this stranger knew of Kalika - whom Hemithea had only met in passing herself - made her give pause. She was not any more or less eager to ingratiate herself with this man than before; by virtue of his gender he was a lesser being, and he must've known this, for he knew of the Nereides. If he were one of them then Hemithea wanted to distance herself evermore — the hairs on the back of her neck and shoulders lifted in an array of uncertainty, electrified by her indecision, as she fought the desire to flee.

She licked her lips and drawled, No, in the mother tongue, and then flashed her teeth, and pulled away from his company.
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We could fade here if you want too?

The woman paused when he spoke of Kalika, prompting him to believe that she did indeed know her. But when she looked to him with her teeth flashing and lips drawn, she let out a simple no. He sighed, clearly she didn't want his company whatsoever, and so he'd have to wait out his time on this island alone. He stopped walking beside her and lingered where he was for a moment, watching her with a curious expression on his face. The boy really didn't understand people like her, but he figured she wasn't going to explain why she was so cold towards him anyway.

Alright, I'll leave you alone then. Catch you 'round. He said, realizing he'd never caught her name, but not caring enough to ask for it. Then he sat down where he was and stared out at the open sea, waiting.