Hoping for @Screech?
She watched them bitterly, the hunger clawing deeply at her stomach. If her sisters were at her side, they would make a quick feast of the few sea lions that clung to these shores in the midst of winter — but they were too large, too dangerous for the siren to take alone. Still, she was desperate; hunger would kill her soon, and attacking one of the bulls might be worth the risk that it could kill her.
Meteora licked away the saliva dripping from her chops, considering. Her exile from Themiscrya had not been meant as a death sentence, but it could very well become one.
meteora is a non-consent character; see profile for details.
teal dialogue is spoken in greek. black dialogue is spoken in common with a heavy greek accent.
teal dialogue is spoken in greek. black dialogue is spoken in common with a heavy greek accent.
January 27, 2018, 03:00 PM
(This post was last modified: January 27, 2018, 03:01 PM by Titmouse (Ghost).)
The strangers were kind to him and Screech had no idea why. They brought him food when he was too depressed to stand, medicine to tend to his injury, and they did not ask questions. Their silence was their greatest kindness; he did not want to think about the Caldera or the war that raged there.
Over time he did heal. Maybe not emotionally or mentally - but his body adapted to having one less organ and soon enough he was not bothered by the darkness. Screech had to move his head more to survey a scene but, comparing that to the potential death he could've experienced at the teeth of the Cerberus, this was better. He was feeling well enough to venture out from the forest's depths — nothing was stopping him — and this was how he found his way to the edge of the world.
It was breathtaking. That moment where he found himself upon the wet sand of the beach, staring out at nothing but sky (as he had never been to the sea before, and initially did not use logic). It reached from endless space to endless space, and his reaction was just to blurt,
The boy was so overcome with his initial experience of the sea, he did not realize there was another wolf nearby. A foolish older woman who spied upon some distant lumps - at least until those lumps groaned and belched some odd sounds, at which point Screech turned his head sharply to see them. She was, by happenstance, lost to the darkness of his bad side.
Over time he did heal. Maybe not emotionally or mentally - but his body adapted to having one less organ and soon enough he was not bothered by the darkness. Screech had to move his head more to survey a scene but, comparing that to the potential death he could've experienced at the teeth of the Cerberus, this was better. He was feeling well enough to venture out from the forest's depths — nothing was stopping him — and this was how he found his way to the edge of the world.
It was breathtaking. That moment where he found himself upon the wet sand of the beach, staring out at nothing but sky (as he had never been to the sea before, and initially did not use logic). It reached from endless space to endless space, and his reaction was just to blurt,
holy shit,as he staggered along.
The boy was so overcome with his initial experience of the sea, he did not realize there was another wolf nearby. A foolish older woman who spied upon some distant lumps - at least until those lumps groaned and belched some odd sounds, at which point Screech turned his head sharply to see them. She was, by happenstance, lost to the darkness of his bad side.
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