Wheeling Gull Isle become the light in the sky

Takes place the evening of June 30, 2017.

Happy National Meteor Watch Day, Undersea!

The end of the month was marked by what felt like a particularly early sunset. The sun seemed in a hurry to dip below the horizon, leaving in its wake a brilliant green flash, quick as an errant thought. The cloudless summer sky was a swirl of purples and blues; and when the waxing gibbous moon tiptoed up through the tenebrae, her light shone especially brightly.

Though the moon was still about a week shy of her full illumination, her unnatural luminescence and the pale cyan halo that appeared around her made it seem that she’d skipped ahead in the lunar cycle. Moondogs glimmered to life like a pair of symmetrical parentheses — and then, in scant trickles at first, the stars began to dance across the sky.

They came in ones and twos — trios and quartets, quintets and sextets — and then they lanced the darkness in the tens and twenties, filling the balmy summer night with kaleidoscopic light. The stelliferous light show was bound to last for a few days at least, but this was its brightest hour. The island’s squat, rocky peak was illuminated, as the stars seemed to fall directly into its convex peak, and the reflection of the meteors on the unusually calm surface of the sea created a mesmerizing mirror effect.

posted by coelacanth.

He had been laying on the sand by the beach staring at the sky while on his back,thinking silently while being lulled by the soothing sound of the waves lapping against the shore. He hadn't made any allies,or friends but rather kept to himself. It wasn't that he was against getting to know the wolves on the island it was just that he couldn't bring himself to want to make any connections. All the connections he had made in teekon had ended badly for him,ended in pain and suffering and a broken heart.

As the bitterness welled within his chest, the sky suddenly began to move above him,a couple of stars shooting across the sky. Ears flicking with interest he watched with silent awe as more and more stars shot through the sky, creating a dazzling display above him. Even in his bitter mood he felt himself interested, and sat up slowly eyes focused on the sky and maw oursed with awe. He wondered what the others were thinking if this, it was quite beautiful.

Somewhere else in the isle, also near the beach, with her feet in the sand and her eyes closed as well, the fiery Sveijarn too enjoyed a minute of solitude. She was laying on her belly, her tail curled next to her as between her front legs, like a guarded treasure laid something she had picked earlier from the sea's foamy mouth.
Among the small collection of shells, five or six at most, there was one that stood out from the rest: a pale pink conch that like what suddenly began to happen in the sky, had also taken her breath away.

Though Maera knew little of the sky and what adorned it, she wasn't all that ignorant.
She had witnessed something similar during her travels in the Solstice. For them, this was not a random ocurrence, it was a meaningful phenomenon, a direct expression from the skies that could have several interpretations. Interpretations not just any astronomer could make - for not all of them had the same outlook of life as the wolves of the Solstice.
Not all of them thought that this luminous shower was a message - an omen of chaos or an augury of tranquility.
Hopefully it'd be the second.

And hopefully, she wouldn't have to enjoy this moment alone.
Deciding she was over her self-imposed seclusion Maera brought her nose towards the sky and let a call ring through the air. If it was true that making a wish upon a shooting star statistically made it more likely to come true, she figured making a wish now would make probability sway in her favor. So with her eyes closed and her nose now pressed against the conch she waited to see of her call to @Axolotl and her plead to the skies would be answered. 

*writes a novel*

The dawning of Undersea is upon them and where it leaves the leviathan is uncomfortably uncertain but for now he does not worry. The deciding day will come and regardless of where it leaves him he will persevere as he has done time and time again. Atlan has not yet steered him wrong and even if They do perhaps then it isn’t wrong to the Sea but wrong to him — simply an easy misinterpretation. For now, he bides his time, he tends to duties he has taken upon himself and that are left to him. The sky darkens rapidly and it falls out of notice: as does the first falling star that streaks across the velveteen sky. And then one shoots down from the heavens, reflected in Atlan’s murky surface as a particularly hard and high wave breaks across the surf, grasping greedily for him but misses him just by a few inches. Axolotl’s steps cease and for the first time glacial gaze lifts to the sky.

The sky and Atlan have always been closely related but none has ever mentioned the heavens as being a deity. There was such a story told by the oldest of the priests that the sky had once been Atlan’s lover and that They, in their unpredictable nature angered the Universe — creator of worlds — and Their punishment was to always be out of the Sky’s embrace but that they are still intimately intertwined with one another despite that They can never touch. It’s a sad story but whether there is credibility behind it Axolotl doesn’t know. It would make some sense as to why he’d never heard of any Atlantans taking mates or having children: a choice to aid Atlan in carrying the burden of Their punishment so that They are not so alone. Yet, the leviathan had taken no such vows of celibacy his thoughts turn to Maera. As if on some kind of cue, her howl for him rises into the night.

Without preamble the leviathan makes his way towards her and only when she comes into his view: a brilliant smudge of flame against the dark of the night does his approach slow. She appears as a personification of a shooting star fallen to earth and he already knows he personifies the Sea and all of it’s attributes the good and the horrible. It was Atlan’s gift to him both times he was nearly drowned by Them. Twice he had taken in a part of the Sea …once is rare enough for not many survive the final initiation into becoming an Atlanian (and twice is all but unheard of!). Perhaps he is blessed or perhaps he is cursed, regardless he does not focus upon it for long — for how can he when his glacial gaze is focused upon such rare and captivating beauty! In completion of his previous poetic thoughts he thinks that surely if she is to be the flames of the sun or a fallen star and he is to be the Sea then together they are (or rather have the potential to be) what Atlan and Their lover are forever denied.

The leviathan almost speaks her name. He wants to, to let it fall from his lips in a caressing murmur but thinks, at the last second, that the moment requires no words as he slides up alongside her, and presses his nose to the junction of her jaw and neck before he (boldy!) lets a trail of fiery kisses along her jaw in greeting.

wanted to keep this thread alive tagging you for visibility cuz this is old hehe 
@Axolotl

It wasn't long until the Leviathan's musky scent filled Maera's nostrils and before she could turn, a rain similar to the one in the sky, washed over her face. It was a rain of soft, delicate kisses that inmediately made the Sveijarn close her eyes (because some of the best things were not the ones that were seen but felt) and let a purr-like hum fall from her lips. After the affectionate shower was over, Maera turned towards the man, her hazel eyes resting upon his face before motioning towards the spectacle on the sky once more, "have you ever seen anything like this?" she asked, her mind trailing back to the months she'd been part of the Solstice. She didn't miss them, and she was sure they didn't particularly missed her - they had needed another capable, hunting wolf among their numbers and Maera had too needed others to survive.

More than a strong bond she thought of her relation to them to have been more of an arrangement.
A mutually beneficial agreement that sought survival more than anything else. "it could be a bad omen or an augury of good things yet to come" she barked though he had not even responded her question nor had he asked her personal interpretation of it. "but i have a feeling its something good" she added a bit shyly, her eyes seeking him again before dropping to the pink conch that laid between her legs. "i have something for you" she then revealed, her cheeks feeling hot as she tried to search for words to present her gift.
But there were none.
All words escaped her, along with her breath, as another meteor made its way across the dark night sky, leaving behind a trail that soon faded to black.

With her muzzle laid daintily across Stockholm’s withers, the atramentous sheepdog watched the shooting stars dance across the evening sky. They reflected in her bright cerulean eyes as they did on the water, and though nobody would be able to tell except the Gampr who so indulged her, it was her voice that first rose in song. She threw back her tiny head and “howled” — a sweet, prolonged sigh that wished ardently for the wherewithal to undulate and dance in a series of aural acrobatics. At first, her golden-eyed guardian merely regarded her with fond amusement; but at an insistent butting of her nose against his heavily-muscled shoulder he cleared his throat and added his own voice to the call. She flopped over onto her side, puppyish in her contentment, and shoved at him with all four of her paws, kneading like a kitten as other voices took up the cry.

It was impossible to tell who joined in and who didn’t, but it was a unified chorus that struck the air time and again — one wolf would start from somewhere, and the rest would call back, knitting together their voices despite the shakiness of their present hierarchy.

posted by coelacanth.