PULLING ME UNDER | open

[Simon F.M.]

The privateer laid eyes on the wyvern, on the bottles he corded near him, and sighed. They hadn't met, she hadn't a name to place with his scaled face. She didn't allow that to bother her, knowing she could get that soon enough. Her thickly furred tail flicked lazily behind her as she approached. Her paws pushed through the sand, propelling her forwards until they met the wood of his porch. She settled beside him, eyeing the bottles once before looking out to the ocean as waves thundered against the beach. "Haven't seen you around before. My name's Diya, what's yours?" she asked softly, gaze unmoving as seagulls squawked overhead.