07-05-2018, 09:41 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]The sky was still smothered by a thick layer of clouds.
The Tempest rocked gently, the water lapping against it as though nothing had happened- as though the waves hadn’t just wrecked the island. The smell of sea salt permeated the entirety of the land now, not just the beaches. Even a human, with their weak sense of smell, could choke on the stench of salt and mire; a jackal’s overdeveloped sense of smell would drown in it.
So, Papercutter thought, he might as well remain on the ship for the time being, where it made sense for everything to reek of salinity. He kept his eyes on the ocean, as if waiting for it to retract, in preparation for another strike. Tidal waves didn’t usually strike multiple times in a row, but there was a first time for everything.
Inwardly, he wondered where Rox had gone, and if she would ever return. He had his regrets about not being able to save the ruby, but at least the ruby wasn’t a living person that he was on some level responsible for. He had searched the island once already, and had found no sign of her barring the severed wings they'd stumbled on earlier, but there had to be something he was missing.
He had taken a break both to clear his head and to keep watch on the ocean, but it seemed he was struggling to accomplish either one. Narrowing his eyes, Paper turned away from the sea and started pacing on the deck, his good ear swiveling to try and pick up any sounds. If someone else ended up on the shore like Malana had, he thought, he might as well try and be the first to know.
/[member=1215]Malana[/member]
/this is a whole lotta nothing tbh, all that matters is that he's hanging out on the deck of the Tempest
The Tempest rocked gently, the water lapping against it as though nothing had happened- as though the waves hadn’t just wrecked the island. The smell of sea salt permeated the entirety of the land now, not just the beaches. Even a human, with their weak sense of smell, could choke on the stench of salt and mire; a jackal’s overdeveloped sense of smell would drown in it.
So, Papercutter thought, he might as well remain on the ship for the time being, where it made sense for everything to reek of salinity. He kept his eyes on the ocean, as if waiting for it to retract, in preparation for another strike. Tidal waves didn’t usually strike multiple times in a row, but there was a first time for everything.
Inwardly, he wondered where Rox had gone, and if she would ever return. He had his regrets about not being able to save the ruby, but at least the ruby wasn’t a living person that he was on some level responsible for. He had searched the island once already, and had found no sign of her barring the severed wings they'd stumbled on earlier, but there had to be something he was missing.
He had taken a break both to clear his head and to keep watch on the ocean, but it seemed he was struggling to accomplish either one. Narrowing his eyes, Paper turned away from the sea and started pacing on the deck, his good ear swiveling to try and pick up any sounds. If someone else ended up on the shore like Malana had, he thought, he might as well try and be the first to know.
/[member=1215]Malana[/member]
/this is a whole lotta nothing tbh, all that matters is that he's hanging out on the deck of the Tempest
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo