Blackbeak Bluff feeling so faithless, lost under the surface

For @Kierkegaard!

Starvation had robbed the siren of most her extraneous stores of fat, and the sub-zero weather urged her instincts to find shelter— but she sat at the edge of the cliffside, where the wind whipped bitterly at her fur. Meteora shuddered against it, grimly bearing it as she gazed at the dark waters of the Sea. Moonlight danced across its surface, defining the movements of the winter's sluggish waves. Briefly, she allowed her eyes to cast up toward the sky to assess the Moon's progress, blinking against the snow that had begun to spiral down from the heavens.

In a few days time, it would be full, and the Nereides clans would perform their rituals to honor their twin Mothers. Meteora felt empty to think of it, wondering if there truly was anything to honor them for; she had given everything to Them, and her devotion was answered with banishment. "You have forsaken me," she told Them bitterly, voice a ragged whisper to be carried upon the wind.

Without her sisters, without her consorts, what was there to this life?

Snow fluttered down from above, flecked against a dark grey background that seemed to have washed over the world. Even the ocean lapped quietly down blow, as if to allow the winds a chance to have their voices be heard. Though it was not entirely wise, Kierkegaard had ventured back to the bluff where he could look down across the stretch of ocean from a comfortably lofty perch. The moon had stretched through the clouds and was shining down toward the water in an eerie glow. It struck his coat and caused the quill-like hairs to dance along his neck and spine. The ragged fellow trudged upward until he happened upon a peculiar sound that had caught the wind. It was carried to him and then disappeared altogether.

A pair of molten eyes scoured the terrain until they latched onto the figure of a greyscale wolf. The beast did not appear to be familiar to the ghostly sentry. He opted to hold himself at something of a distance, though his curiosity had trained his ears into an upright and forward position atop his skull. As he picked his way along the edges of the bluff, his fiery gaze danced along the shape of the stranger's body; a quiet spirit against the wintry backdrop.