thief;king

smothered, that's how to call him. cascading water trickles down his ebony form, finding the creases in between his joints and fibers as he makes his way away from the waterbed. in hand - the days catch some sort of fish smaller than his snout. he sat in between his teeth, ever so wiggling still as his torn lip drug up around it and exposed the pink of his fleshy gum. he found himself back at the small encove, from where the high tide lapped at the reflective moon-stone and he had found himself settling for the day. enjoying the smell of seaweeds and the salt spray - the sand critters and the birds coughing overhead. " پرنده" hushed, a summoning whisper that was answered with the fluttering of feathers and the addition noise of someone moving in the sand behind him before he turned to place his hind-end against the moon-stone. Dropping the fish beneath his feet, and an eye squinting as if questioning as Vidvan took another step forward. Daring, for such a bird. Daring, for the man, stood broad near the creature. As if waiting for him to test his bravery, another man would call it stupiditiy.

With a temporary period of freedom having been granted to her, Aryn was determined to make the most of every minute. Time was something she was sorely lacking and the tender Valentine woman was fully aware that with the plans she had made and the restrictions placed upon her, she should not be wasting moments moving east. Still, east she moved. Toward the salt and sea, toward the land where Abaven once stood and where her friend had won the right to the remnants. Corbie had proven her strength in single combat against another who aimed to see a pack built on blood and war rise instead, and Aryn had to watch as the new alpha took her wolves and left without her. Slavery came with some downsides.

Perhaps she hoped to find Corbie here again, crafting a home for herself and like-minded wolves like Aryn on the ocean shores. Stepping cautiously across the sands, she was forced to acknowledge that the pack and the promise it had held had moved on elsewhere. Unattainable and out of reach, a common theme in Aryn's life.

She had been preparing to leave when the dark silhouette of another caught her eye. The wolf stood facing off against a bird of some sort, a fish between them as they commenced a staring contest that the Valentine woman assumed would not go well. Trotting hurriedly up to the pair, she drew upon what little confidence she had left and sought to intervene. "There's plenty of fish to go around, you know?" Giving the man and bird two separate, tentative smiles, she moved herself slowly into the space between them. "I can help you catch another, if you'd like?" Though the grisly set of scars upon her chest and brow would try and convince one otherwise, Aryn was a gentle creature and very violence adverse. She would do her best to mitigate any brewing conflict if it might prevent the unnecessary spilling of blood.

thief;king

a boyish smirk - disconnected by blank eyes that swore into the girls gemmed eyes and white brows. a disconnect, so lost and eager to the game beneath him. a game of poker where his face was mute and still with a scowling scrawny bird man before him. (whose game is it?) "No need.." he draws out the final syllable, suddenly his far eastern parlance came too as his head lowered to grab, then proceed to flip the fish over the girl towards the bird who eagerly looked over her shoulders and plotted his next move. or so rahul would think, but he had seen far too many times the bird do something idiotic. "That is Vidvan.." His hind end rose up and attempted to walk around the woman as if to observe, finding higher bleacher seats, to watch the birds gobble down the medium-sized fish with ease and stare at him with the chatter of his long arcing beak that made a similar nose to repetitive pecking at the moon-stone behind them. toes flexing into the sand, back arching just slightly as if to stretch out from the exercise, the swaying in the ocean waves he had just gotten too. the sand caught him - memories. lost in the hush of the ocean waves that echoed off of the high walls. memories - that kissed his ears as he was convinced to try fish for the first time with a wink and a sheepish smile. early days - early her.