07-20-2020, 12:56 AM
The feeling of being on foreign ground that she was supposed to call home felt inherently wrong; it felt false. The curse etched in her soul thrummed with restless unease, nagging of a constant need to move. She had visited some of the main points of the island - the tavern, the blacksmith's. Her ear still ached where it had been pierced the other day.
In her exploits, Georgia frequently found herself wandering up and down the shorelines, paw pads numb with the feeling of sand beneath them; the waves leaning towards her as though she were magnetic. Not only was the ocean the only thing to ease the itch of her curse, but the sea breeze offered some relief from the island's summer heat.
It was on this route that Georgia, wandering and petulantly kicking sand around, found herself crossing paths with Ament - the raptor from her arrival on the island. The fur on the back of her neck stood on end just on principle; the presence of the massive dino was enough to make her wig out in seconds. However, whatever he was doing wasn't any of her business, and frankly? She didn't want any part of it.
Unfortunately, she managed to catch a glimpse of someone unfamiliar to her. Actually, most characters here were unfamiliar to her; it just so happened that Ament was one of the four that were not. Wrinkling her nose, Georgia's curiosity outweighed her desire to put distance between herself and Ament.
With unbridled caution, Georgia stepped up beside the raptor, sea green eyes glancing in his direction to make sure he stayed where he was. As for the stranger, Georgia's ears twitched in his direction. She'd heard Ament's low growl, and couldn't tell if he was about to eat them or was asking a question. The people here seemed to have a "we must know your name" policy, and she wasn't about to put herself on the chopping block by letting random people wander in. If she wanted to stay, she'd have to play the part, right? Play nice and all that.
"Hey stranger," Georgia nodded. "Got a name?"
In her exploits, Georgia frequently found herself wandering up and down the shorelines, paw pads numb with the feeling of sand beneath them; the waves leaning towards her as though she were magnetic. Not only was the ocean the only thing to ease the itch of her curse, but the sea breeze offered some relief from the island's summer heat.
It was on this route that Georgia, wandering and petulantly kicking sand around, found herself crossing paths with Ament - the raptor from her arrival on the island. The fur on the back of her neck stood on end just on principle; the presence of the massive dino was enough to make her wig out in seconds. However, whatever he was doing wasn't any of her business, and frankly? She didn't want any part of it.
Unfortunately, she managed to catch a glimpse of someone unfamiliar to her. Actually, most characters here were unfamiliar to her; it just so happened that Ament was one of the four that were not. Wrinkling her nose, Georgia's curiosity outweighed her desire to put distance between herself and Ament.
With unbridled caution, Georgia stepped up beside the raptor, sea green eyes glancing in his direction to make sure he stayed where he was. As for the stranger, Georgia's ears twitched in his direction. She'd heard Ament's low growl, and couldn't tell if he was about to eat them or was asking a question. The people here seemed to have a "we must know your name" policy, and she wasn't about to put herself on the chopping block by letting random people wander in. If she wanted to stay, she'd have to play the part, right? Play nice and all that.
"Hey stranger," Georgia nodded. "Got a name?"
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[glow=#3e4242,200,600]YOU ARE THE RITE OF MOVEMENT[/glow]
*:･ﾟ✧ — georgia sarris-rosi — demigod of the sea — tags