Burden of water upon body, breath quiet and shallow, lapping of water against scales. Lonely the battle-scarred god, afloat at sea in their defeat by their own self in war with their mind. Eyes closed, letting the current take them where it wished - hours, days, months spent at sea and covered in grime, growths of other creatures and seaweed. Given longer they could become a living ecosystem, much like the stories they'd heard as a child of lion turtles, though that they were not.

Brush of sand between talons before evident made embankment beneath scaled paws, hulking behemoth presented a shoreline that they might climb upon and rest. water dripping from mane and down chiseled hide, few the region untouched by scar tissue upon great scaled monster. Head once nearly submerged now ducking under for cool reprieve from sunlight with rest of long body before they would gather their legs underneath them and plod onto beach of the swamp.

Shaking their head with a booming yawn, would dragon of war's servitude glance upon the trees they at times stood level with, noting the area within their mind. So long ago, they'd been to these lands in another approach, as the Pharoah of the fallen Rosebloods. They had met faces here, faces they wondered if ever they would meet with and see again. The notion that they were of few to remain in this feral land from their beginnings so long ago, gaze cast down to metal band around talon, a collar they wore in smaller bodies, reminiscent of their wedding band to their chickadee. Foreign the notion that such short-lived passion could rise from the grave after murderer had been slain and torn asunder, dearly missed the cheery presence that alone could keep them in place. Tearing gaze away with a croaking croon, lifting head and releasing a roar that shook through the trees, announcing their arrival in the fastest way they could think of.

MADE JUST FOR MY EYES![div style="width: 90%;overflow: auto;text-align: justify;font-size: 8pt;background-color: #0a0a0a;font-size: 8pt;text-align: right;"] STARMAP - SHE/THEY - TANGLEWOOD

Starmap couldn't list the people she missed, now thrown from her home and left in a realm of mortals. Everyone but a few from Etheria's keep she held dear to her heart. It was what she was thinking of when the roar echoed from the direction of the beach. Dragons. The goddess stood there, fear coursing through her body.

Shakily, though, she started toward the source of the sound, eyes wide and ears swiveling around. Though, as soon as she caught sight of Bai Shi she started to step back. Step forward. Back again. Forward again. Two steps forward. Another two steps forward. A step back. Finally she stopped and stood still next to Arrow. She knew she made a fool of herself but come on, it's a fucking dragon. Her eyes focused on Arrow, then, the one sense of normality she held to the fuckin swamp. Thank goodness someone wasn't terrified of them.

IT MUST BE BELIEVED TO BE SEEN

The roaring yawn that Bai Shi had emitted when she had reached the border made Moth's head ache. Normally it would be a simple annoyance that scared of prey and made someone seem hostile, but with the illness Moth had that had been getting worse and worse by the day it caused her head to throb and it made her mood tank. She had been out trying to find herbs to no avail when she had heard the roar come from the border, choosing to lose the task she had at hand to make her way forward to the other quickly, just in case something was happening. When she saw the dragon at the border her head tilted to the side for a moment as the fox thought of who she was, face familiar though name didn't come to her at first. At least not until Arrow mentioned something. Bai had been the one in charge of the Rosebloods when they had visited in hopes of resolving issues revolving around a murder if she remembered correctly. She hadn't ever heard the outcome of that and hadn't heard of the Rosebloods in general since then. She could only hope they were doing good.

Looking towards those around her for a moment, Moth would look back towards Bai Shi, ears flicking as she listened to the words that Arrow spoke. It was a simple question and one Moth wanted to know the answer to as well, considering the former Pittian hadn't been around the swamp for a while. She could only wonder what the other wanted.

MOTH KINGMAKER - TANGLEWOOD - PENNED BY TIKKI - BIO

Greeted were they by sight of felines of great manner, ranging from small to large, their blue eyes locking on chocolate form first to emerge. Lonely the sense within their chest, reminded of a face they hadn't seen in years. Heavy the breath that pained their chest, their losses piling up with them. An acquaintance only had Arrow been when they were new to these lands, before their true nature reclaimed them. Though an acquaintance, rough had been the loss of those they knew, along with the dead and missing had her face faded. Now settled within their breast was the sensation of missing those who had disappeared, those who they had lost to time.

Blue eyes would widen as their name was spoken by the chocolate feline so similar to the one they once knew, festering the sense of hope in their chest. Held back the choking within their throat, a sense of relief so strongly sweeping over them. Someone was still here, they were not truly alone. Golden cranium dipping in kind to her, "I've come to find a place in which to rest. Lonely have the years been, Arrow, it pleases me to see you again, although new the body you wear.", they would rumble in soft response.

Gaze shifting to the movement of night-colored molly beside Arrow, stood a nervous woman, their gaze becoming gentle. They could not blame any for their fear of them - if they were not wary of one so big who could be an enemy, what use were the instincts inside them worth? Had they listened to their instincts from the beginning, fewer would be the acquaintances they'd made. As more joined the small gathering, would blue gaze cross over green-hued panther, affording a small dip of head in returned greeting, to speckled pattern upon pelt so similar to one they had once held and loved. Regina was lost, much the same as everyone else, but Atbash served a small reminder to the mother of their son, an ache in their heart springing to life. They knew not of what had come of him, of Laeglin, after their fall from grace and into the iron hold of insanity. Last came a face they might have once remembered, her name a well-spoken whisper of which they'd heard at some time or another. Many the titles they bore, though the days of their service within the Pitt had long passed them by.

Settling comfortably upon the beach, they let their eyes slide to a closed position as their limbs folded beneath them, settling long body upon sand, red antlers chipped and worn by time, tines broken and missing in places. Few of the old remained whole, lucky those who escaped time without it's embrace. Broken were they, in ways few words could explain so easily. Alone had they traveled once loss had first struck its claim, watching family fall left and right, helpless to save them. Stormy had their surroundings been since the loss of the one that they had been married to, his departure years ago a broken jagged hole inside of them that none could fill - no liquor, no lovers, no fulfillment could be found. Tired their face, scars raking across eyes once so calm and patient, now filled with the clouds of war and loss.

Godship the lonely curse they bore, breaking and snapping at the bonds they held with the mortals around them, their own husband not safe from their curse. They missed, and the grieved for them all, those that had been lost if only through the pain of knowing them. The Rosebloods, Sephiroth, Jiyu, Kydobi, Regina, the list went on and on. They had loved and lost many of them, unsolved their disappearances. If asked, they would share the fate of their group that they had led, fallen under an invader and time, then following the end of their time within the Pitt after Kydobi's fall before and after Jervis' own. Alone had they traveled, settling after that battle, in an attempt to make peace with themself, leading their own group that soon fell into disbandment, disappearing the traces of those they had cared for there. Anguish was a constant in their life, the one thing they could rely upon.