[ I LOOK LIKE IM FRESH OFF THE RUNWAY ] joining

[gregory]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana"]had she not been exhausted by the overwhelming currents, she might’ve called out. she was so very tired, curled up on top of a large, flat rock with her little face covered by an even tinier paw. she wanted a nap, but she didn’t have her mother’s warm belly to curl up on, and no matter how much she sniffed, she couldn’t catch her scent.

the storm had separated them. the storm had been so big, so scary, lightning had lit up the entire sky, and all he’d mother could do was scream when she, jax, was swept off by a massive wave. she had washed up on some island the next morning, so scared of those looming storm clouds in the distance..

she began to cry, tiny little whimpers and sniffles as she called out tiredly for her mommy, curling herself into a tighter ball in hopes that would make her feel better.

[idyllfields]

idyllfields

stars did fall

idyllfields was not one to often come by the oceans shore, not even during low tide. the call of the waves was more of a warning shot. the gulls were messengers to keep them away and the stronger the scent of the sea hit their nose, the further they stayed away.

something today had felt different. a bad storm had raged on across the seas. the seas had swelled for miles upon miles and something had told the sage to investigate despite their fears. the tide had come low enough for them to semi-comfortably navigate through the seaweed-ridden sands. the crushed shells pricked their paw pads but something had caught their interest. a small lump over the sand, idyll was unsure what it exactly was but it was crying, and that was the first indication that something was very, very wrong.

as the coyote came closer to the otter realization kicked in. this was a baby laying here in the sand. they looked around but there was absolutely no sign of a mother or family around.

"hello...? are you okay?" they murmured, beginning to assess for any external injuries. "i'm a healer. i can take care of you." they continued quietly, nudging the otter gently. "does anything hurt, my dear? can you speak?" they made sure to speak slowly while brushing the sand off her body.

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[Keona.]

[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: palatino; font-size: 11px;"][align=center]blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly

The sea called Keona.  On days when the waves pushed gently against the shore, the tiny privateer may be found, walking the length of the shore.  Born on a pirate ship, she had to be introduced to land, but the sea she'd always known.  The gentle rock of the boat lulled her to peace.

The faerie never swam.  She possessed a healthy fear of the water in that sense.  Her sightless hues gleamed bright when the ocean sang to her, but danced with anxiety when the waves grew too strong.  She lingered closer to the jungles during storms.

The sound of someone crying brought her closer to the water than she would've given the recent weather.  She tasted the storm on the breeze still, her pale eyes flashing briefly towards the open ocean.

"What's happened?" She inquired softly, ears perked.  Whoever was crying sounded young, and either her tiny size or just a little bigger.  Are they crying from hurt or because they're lost?

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✯ — keona sibéal ó faoláin. female. privateer of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

[Luciferr]

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The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart

the sea didn't repulse nor did it call him, but it was familiar in the same way all his siblings were.

Luciferus was darkness personified holding the burden of light - Ileana had been the water given form, furious and calm, push and pull, a balance onto herself.

he did miss racing above the deeps while she attempted to outpace him swimming below - but those days were a very long time ago and if he didn't put it aside, it would only sadden him further.

the voices of his fellows called him out here, paws pacing along the shoreline at a leisurely stroll now hurried their gait to catch up, wings of black shadow curling behind him in wisps to seemingly vanish though the weight remained - drawing up to them, he saw what had caught their attention and a concerned noise passed his lips - though looking around

"seems they washed up here - incredibly lucky" Luciferus muses crouching with the other two to comfort the small one - knowing his own size could be quite a fright to such a small creature whether he was 5 foot feline or massive dragon.

LUCIFERUS GRIMM

#psychosocial.