our dead drink the sea
10-17-2023, 12:25 PM
Echo felt awful. Like, jumped off a cliff into the roiling ocean and swept out to sea for maker knows how long awful. When she'd eventually made landfall she'd spent a good few minutes just hurling up sea water until there was nothing left for her to expel, but the salt felt lodged in the back of her nose, her throat, and it only served to make her nauseous. All she could do was drag herself ashore and lie there in the sand, closing her eyes and willing the sickness to pass. She must have passed out, because when she next opened her salt-crusted eyes she didn't feel quite as bad as before. Her mouth still felt dry and she was hungry and thirsty, but at least she wasn't dry-heaving any more. With a groan she forced herself into an upright position and looked around her. A beach of yellow sand stretched out before her, eventually leading into a verdant green lining of trees. Looking above, the sky was clear but the air around her was cold - with the winter months approaching Echo was lucky she hadn't landed herself in the middle of coastal deluge. At least there was some hope of her getting dry again. "Morte?" Her voice was small, hoarse and pitiful, and she coughed some more, trying to clear her throat that now felt like sand paper. "Morte!?" She tried again, this time a little louder as her blue eyes searched for her companion. She remembered him being with her in the sea, flying overhead, so where was he now? As it so happened, the bird in question was currently eyeing up another wolf not too far away from his sea-sodden companion. He cawed at the wolf, clacking his beak and hopping backwards and forwards to get their attention. "Help!" A parroted call, his little head twitched as he looked at the wolf with a beady black eye. "Help!" He knew Echo wouldn't like him bringing over a stranger, but it wasn't like he was big enough to drag her sorry arse anywhere himself. With a final cry the magpie took off from the ground, flying back to where he'd left his wolf and hoping the stranger he'd found would follow him... and also hoping they were friendly. "Speak." |
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