07-15-2018, 12:50 PM
As the dawn rises, a soggy black figure can be seen sprawled out on the sandbar connecting Paradis Island to the mainlands. Just a few feet shy of the wall, it could be mistaken for dead if not for its sides, rising and falling in a steady, slow rhythm, nose wet but gills flat, melanistic pelt sprinkled with a scattering of coast-sand like pale stars on the night sky.
The large maned wolf doesn't look wounded - but one might notice the four wings sprawled around haphazardly, the wicked talons replacing its front-legs. It doesn't seem to be a normal creature, but it's hardly much of a threat either given its unconscious state. Every so often, its eyes would flicker under its closed lids, but that's all the movement it can make. The tattoo on its chest is particular to behold, however; with each breath it takes, it glows brighter and dims, never stopping it its subtle flickering of luminosity.
It's an identifier - one that the Roux siblings might recognize: Vandal - once known as Maxine Roux - had disappeared in the middle of the night too many, countless moons ago, her sea-salt scent leading all the way into the ocean and never back out. Many thought her to be dead, to be just another corpse stuck between fronds of seaweed, losing flesh to the ocean's carnivorous inhabitants - but here she lies, alive but asleep, back on her brother's doorstep (right where she is supposed to be).
She doesn't seem to be any close to rousing just yet, unreleased from her slumber. Perhaps if someone were to approach, it would trigger an awakening.
The large maned wolf doesn't look wounded - but one might notice the four wings sprawled around haphazardly, the wicked talons replacing its front-legs. It doesn't seem to be a normal creature, but it's hardly much of a threat either given its unconscious state. Every so often, its eyes would flicker under its closed lids, but that's all the movement it can make. The tattoo on its chest is particular to behold, however; with each breath it takes, it glows brighter and dims, never stopping it its subtle flickering of luminosity.
It's an identifier - one that the Roux siblings might recognize: Vandal - once known as Maxine Roux - had disappeared in the middle of the night too many, countless moons ago, her sea-salt scent leading all the way into the ocean and never back out. Many thought her to be dead, to be just another corpse stuck between fronds of seaweed, losing flesh to the ocean's carnivorous inhabitants - but here she lies, alive but asleep, back on her brother's doorstep (right where she is supposed to be).
She doesn't seem to be any close to rousing just yet, unreleased from her slumber. Perhaps if someone were to approach, it would trigger an awakening.
TAGS • VANDAL ROUX OF THE TYPHOON
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON