FEW AND FAR BETWEEN ⸙ swimming & relaxing

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-- WHERE THE WILD THINGS MAKE SENSE --
.thoughts && Speech.

it had been quite some time since the former high prince had landed, wounded and battered, on these shores. he'd seen enough change in the power structure as it was. there was a new captain of this land, no matter who it was, it mattered little to the siren. he knew that power dynamic changes often meant that things would change for the group members, each leader wishing to leave their own prints upon the land.

taking a breath as he padded through the lands, the siren headed for the waters, in order to soothe his mind and his aching body. his wounds had long turned to scars, still so sensitive to touch and to any stimulant. the salt water soothed his mind and his worries, taming the prince's pains for some time. stepping down the beach and to the gently lapping waters, his gaze soft as he slowly stepped into the surf, memories washing over him of his children when they were young and he'd taken them on a trip to the water's edge. tipping his head back as he scented the air, tail slowly wagging side to side as his body was overtaken steadily by the cool yet warm water of the ocean, gills fluttering gently in his delight. somehow, the scent of the sea breeze and the sun soothed everything that felt wrong within himself. sighing as he eased into the water, letting it close over his head with a pleased stream of bubbles, tail swishing side to side as he resurfaced for breath, slowly swimming along the beach, taking the chance to enjoy himself.

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Until you kissed my lips and you saved me -

the male let his head tilt as he happened upon the other. boots did not recall this persons face or name, but he was bad with all things name related. he did not know how they arrived here, or what their past was. if boots had known, he would have been able to relate to the other a little bit. he was not royalty, as he was from a small fishing village.

the washing up part was how he could relate. though, his injury was more current from a shark. the little black cat with odd colored feet moved closer to the waters edge. a slight limp from sore muscles still evident. he was not getting in there, for the time being. though, he was in awe of the way the other moved through the water.

having a good swim? he asks calmly as he tilted his head slightly. voice still happy and upbeat.

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[sub][W]isker[/sub]