OOC: ©table code and image to jacoby: For Orin - WC 515
She stopped at the top of the stairwell and turned, peering back down for her brother but not seeing him past the first arch of the steps. She barked once, and the sound echoed down the cylinder, reverberating off the stone walls in a hundred directions. She laughed and barked again, amusing herself with the resonance until she could finally see Niro’s Optime form trudging up the stairs. “What took you so long?” But the question was clearly in jest, for she could see he had taken pause to change.
She pranced along the small platform to the door of the lantern room and peered at it in anticipation. She could hear scuffling behind the door accompanied by the occasional screech or rustle of feathers. “We can scare them off,” she muttered as she lowered her head. A deep growl rumbled from her chest, a sound that was utterly unusual for Orin to make, and did not seem it could come from her small, innocent form. Just as briskly as it had started, the growl dissipated and she looked up at her brother with a very wolfish grin. “Lets go!” She hollered, nudging the door with her muzzle.
The scent of ocean air poured into the room as the door swung open. This room had not been as well preserved as the living and working quarters downstairs, but was still astounding to behold. The entire room was constructed of several panes of shaped glass; the years and weather had shattered a couple panes, and cracked one or two more, letting the sea and avian life ravage the room. The floorboards were turgid with moisture, and on the far end were just about to give way to the wet and decay. “It looks like we got here just in time!” she celebrated. And suddenly her plans to fix up the lighthouse became quite clear. “These boards would have rotted through any day now, and then the ocean would have eaten this place alive.”
She braved a cautious step into the room. The floorboards creaked beneath her weight but seemed sturdy enough here. The lantern that stood in the center was untouched by the humans’ most updated technology, but Orin would not know the difference until she researched these structures in depth. Dander and feather plumes swirled in the air that rushed in from the broken windows. Whitewash littered the floor and the heady scent of bird was thick in the air. By the looks of several nests, occupied or abandoned, strewn throughout the room and including one constructed right in the lamp itself, the gulls had taken a liking to this shelter and several families of seabirds had made this their home. And now they were all staring straight at the intruding Luperci.
Her eyes peered up at her brother for a moment before she turned back to the gulls. Taking another step inside, she lowered her head and growled again, warning the creatures they had intruded upon. When they did not budge, she barked a warning, trying to scatter them out the open glass panes.