08-03-2018, 11:29 AM
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XV. THE DEVIL
FINNISHWARS
GUARDIAN OF THE DEEP
ART © PETER MOHRBACHER
[/td][td]They weren't actually sure where they were trying to go at the moment.
After years at sea, they had finally crawled ashore for the long haul, only lingering on land for the sake of their wife and husband. Even so, they couldn't help but wander - while the ragtag group calling themselves the Rosebloods could hardly be considered a functioning group, the restraint of being in a place so far away from the sea was...exhausting, at best.
So whenever they could, they slipped away to the cold waters, cutting through the currents and waves to move farther out to the expansive ocean. They never wandered too far anymore, for fear of reverting back to - well, to whatever took hold of them for all those years. So instead, they remained in relatively shallow waters, occasionally snapping up a fish or a seabird who wandered too far into their path. It was more killing for sport than for food, really, but it was the easiest way to let out pent out energy.
They didn't let up their speed until the ocean floor suddenly rose, and they were able to stand on the bottom with only a few feet of water above their head. Were they near an island? out of sheer curiosity, they pushed off the sand, drifting towards the surface until their head broke the waves. It seemed like an island, and an occupied one at that - they could smell the borders from even this far away.
They couldn't lie, they saw the appeal in a group by the ocean. One of their favorite homes had been lining a beach, and the freedom was...intoxicating. Without thinking, they hauled themselves up onto the overgrown railway track they had emerged beside, their fur dripping as they peered down the path in the direction of the island. They hadn't done a joining in years, and they weren't sure if the customs had changed at all, but they still slowly ambled down the tracks, their massive, shark-like tail whipping back and forth behind them and stirring up dust. The Irish Wolfhound - if they could even be called that, with all of the mutations covering their body - wasn't actually sure where they were going, at his point. The clan could be hostile, or boring, or absolutely insane, and they were just walking into their front door.
Still, that was part of the intrigue, so they slowed to a halt where it seemed joiners were supposed to wait, taking a seat and staring listlessly into the island in a search for signs of life.
/yeehaw......uhh don't have a ref for the ugly bitch so description in the spoiler if ur curious? also don't worry about matching length !!
[/td][/tr][/table]After years at sea, they had finally crawled ashore for the long haul, only lingering on land for the sake of their wife and husband. Even so, they couldn't help but wander - while the ragtag group calling themselves the Rosebloods could hardly be considered a functioning group, the restraint of being in a place so far away from the sea was...exhausting, at best.
So whenever they could, they slipped away to the cold waters, cutting through the currents and waves to move farther out to the expansive ocean. They never wandered too far anymore, for fear of reverting back to - well, to whatever took hold of them for all those years. So instead, they remained in relatively shallow waters, occasionally snapping up a fish or a seabird who wandered too far into their path. It was more killing for sport than for food, really, but it was the easiest way to let out pent out energy.
They didn't let up their speed until the ocean floor suddenly rose, and they were able to stand on the bottom with only a few feet of water above their head. Were they near an island? out of sheer curiosity, they pushed off the sand, drifting towards the surface until their head broke the waves. It seemed like an island, and an occupied one at that - they could smell the borders from even this far away.
They couldn't lie, they saw the appeal in a group by the ocean. One of their favorite homes had been lining a beach, and the freedom was...intoxicating. Without thinking, they hauled themselves up onto the overgrown railway track they had emerged beside, their fur dripping as they peered down the path in the direction of the island. They hadn't done a joining in years, and they weren't sure if the customs had changed at all, but they still slowly ambled down the tracks, their massive, shark-like tail whipping back and forth behind them and stirring up dust. The Irish Wolfhound - if they could even be called that, with all of the mutations covering their body - wasn't actually sure where they were going, at his point. The clan could be hostile, or boring, or absolutely insane, and they were just walking into their front door.
Still, that was part of the intrigue, so they slowed to a halt where it seemed joiners were supposed to wait, taking a seat and staring listlessly into the island in a search for signs of life.
/yeehaw......uhh don't have a ref for the ugly bitch so description in the spoiler if ur curious? also don't worry about matching length !!
Spoiler:
[align=center][color=black][size=13pt]SHE DON'T LOVE ME
[size=8pt]she just love how i feel
valery — tba
valery — tba