rage against the sea [dnd]

Skoll Haskel · 01-21-2012, 04:26 PM

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Skoll Haskel

i need another story
something to get off my chest

my life is kinda boring
need something that i can confess

The day was cold and overcast, but that did not stop the adventurous puppy from walking along the coastline. It was interesting to see the ocean in winter, an entirely different beast than it was on the warmer autumn days of his first few months. Often he would go trekking on the beach with a caretaker, searching for fragmented shells and other treasures underneath the sand, but he didn’t think he’d ever been exploring the edge of the ocean all by himself.

The melancholy that had set upon the golden prince the past few days after the bobcat had faded. While at first he experienced a crisis of self-esteem and the scrutiny and lecturing of the pack adults, he realized that he hadn’t been hurt badly by the grouchy wildcat. In fact, these were his first battle scars! He had embellished the tale as soon as he sat down with his siblings afterward, omitting the stranger that had saved him almost entirely, describing how brave he had been and how much blood had gushed out of him when the mighty talons took a swipe. With all of his growing vocabulary and stumbling kid-speech, he wove a tale so awesome that Terra would be hard-pressed to do better.

And so, cocky as ever, Skoll Haskel explored Shattered Coast. He skirted around the so-called Witches’ Cauldron within his own territory—because witches were still kind of scarier than bobcats—and paused when he could smell the scent markers. It didn’t seem that the other Court members got to this part of the territory as frequently as they did the main borders, as the odor was slightly faded, but he still stood tentatively on his side before glancing toward the ocean. There were no boundary lines out there!

The puppy wandered around the shore once more as he planned his venture out into the water. He was mostly interested in a cave he could see on the other side of a small cove. It looked like somewhere fun to explore, but it would be hard to get to it from land.

Skoll huffed, crouched on a miniature rocky outcropping, wriggled his claw-marked haunches, and launched himself at the water.

Though not as cold as an inland stream might be, the temperature and wetness of the sea caused a quiet yelp of surprise to escape him. His paws floundered, and a wave nudged him gently back into the shallows, though he was in a lower area than where he’d jumped off the rock. Another wave slapped him in the face, filling his mouth with the disgusting briny taste of the ocean and causing him to cough and sputter as he tried to fight back. He reared onto his hind legs and thrashed his forepaws at the water as if it were an enemy, though it only knocked him off balance again before getting fed up, grabbing him, and dragging him back out into the deeper shallows, where he thrashed helplessly. Luckily, the waters were relatively calm—or at least calmer than the stormy fit they could have been—but the cub who only had an instinctual knowledge of keeping himself afloat was treading dangerous waters…

SSWM Word Count: 531 -- Set just outside CdM borders; he ends up getting washed into neutral territory somehow.

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