07-29-2009, 03:29 AM
[html]MATURE CONTENT. Read at your own risk. ;D
| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_jaws.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:221px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:10px;"> I changed my mind about the setting, this would be Sea Dog Isle. I thought this was somewhat more appropriate. ;D And I'd like to post-date this a day or two, to July 30-31? If that's okay with you. The coyote woman was pretty damn far from home. She had wandered for a while after the brief meeting with Warren in the city while she had been gathering supplies for Halo's chaos star. There was always that urge, and she figured since she had only seen a small portion of the furthest territories and she still had yet to explore thoroughly. The last time she had passed through here, she had encountered Rachias, though the girl had declined to immediately return to Inferni. This was partially the reason Kaena again found herself at that same decaying boat, inspecting its entrance for a fresh sign of the girl. The constant rain had washed away the old scents, and there was nothing new to aid the woman in her search. She had spied the island on her last swing through these parts, and it had intrigued her then. Now, she was too curious to resist, and despite the drizzling rain, the Lykoi woman plunged into the ocean, swimming strongly even in her two-legged form. The bay's currents were not so powerful, though, and she was glad for that. The ocean flowing through a channel even as narrow as the one separating Sea Dog Isle from the mainland would have had far more powerful pull on her limbs, and she might have been swept to sea easily. But here the water was not so deep and she paddled across, climbing up onto the narrow beach and shaking herself off, though the drizzle was quick to replace the water she'd lost through her vigorous shaking. The woman licked her lips as she surveyed this secluded spot, inhaling and smelling no fresh scents on the still breeze, only the rain. There was a thin forest a few feet in, and the coyote woman strode into it fearlessly, head held high. She wandered along a few ill-used, ancient trails, her canvas bag soggy against her shoulder. She had taken a plastic bag in the city and tucked everything into it, protecting the inks and needle from the elements so they would not deteriorate and become useless. That would mean another trip back to the city. Before long, she encountered the mouth of a cave. Curious, the woman headed forward into the darkness, relying on her other senses to guide her in the dim light of the cave. Before long, she came to a wide room, and there was a damp skylight in one corner, allowing just enough light to filter into the room so the coyote could see. There was nothing here but a small chest, half-buried in the ground. Curious, the coyote investigated, kicking it open to reveal only dust. There didn't seem to be anywhere else to explore in this cave, so she was about to turn around and head out, disappointed that this venture had revealed nothing of value or interest. |