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[Seakit Roux.]

IF MY LIFE IS GOING

TO MEAN ANYTHING,

I HAVE TO LIVE IT

MYSELF.

tiguar . young . he/him
demigod of the deep

As Michael and Devland had approached, Seapaw backed away, knowing the others were close with the terrified she-cat. Allowing the others space to give her comfort. He brushed his nose against his uncle's shoulder as he backed away in way of returning the greeting.

His head turned at the sound of a boat approaching. Seeing the stark feline upon it, he hoped that it was Diya come to go along her own trial. Sadly, he couldn't be so lucky. As the scarred face of Aphra began to identify itself, he shook his head, already feeling the rage build. He hadn't seen her since the day of his mother's death, which was lucky for her.

He stood, aiming to keep between her and the small party of three. As she opened her mouth, Seapaw narrowed his eyes at his former friend. "You shouldn't have come..." he would growl lowly, taking a step forward into a crouch, ears pinned. Before he got too far, he paused, and idea coming to him. "Hey, Paola, watch this!" he would shout, hoping it would gain her attention as he gave a quick twitch of his thick tail, letting a paw in a scooping motion. As he did so, a jet of water would lift from the water and arch upwards to be above Aphra before dropping, aiming to soak the offbalance domestic.