churn a sorrow ._. joining

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"This is so exciting," His partner chattered as they landed on a small hill. He moved his body to stand over the other, protecting them from the harsh sun. Four golden eyes meet his own four blue ones, and he cannot keep a smile from his face at such an adorable expression. "[color=yellow]A brand new place for us! To rule, to kill, all that fun stuff! Oh, I can barely contain it!" Wriggling and pacing on four feet, tugging at the grass beneath their feet. As he settled down to rest, exhausted and hungry from the journey, their companion buzzed off to parts unknown.

The ocean could be cruel, and furious, and relentless. It erodes the sand, it destroys feeble structures, and the worst of natural disasters easily can swell from its depths. The ocean is also known for producing monstrosities in its depths. Few are the times that it spits up one of those monstrosities on the shore; not that he was such a monstrosity of the depths.

Discarded on the sand, passed out cold was a massive beast of a wyvern. Feathered body in hues of orange and grey and white, oily to shed water and gills along the long neck, and four closed eyes. Breathing, gills flaring, chest expanding, alive but unresponsive; thrown carelessly onto the shore by the cruel ocean waves. The long tail of the king fisher wyvern remained in the ocean, bobbing and being thrown by the more gentle tides that lapped at him.

jotunhel ._. wyvern ._. 5 years ._. male

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