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For Aquilina
Nocht is a stoopid, lol.
Nocht wandered the beach often lately, searching aimlessly for any remains of her sunken
ship. She knew there was even less chance of her finding anything or of anything being
swept ashore as time went past, but it gave her something to do, when she wasn't sleeping
or eating or putting off making herself a new fishing rod. The beach itself was, if not
quite pleasant, an interesting place to be. There were always small sea creatures being
swept ashore, drift wood to poke at, an ever-changing horizon to watch. Seabirds wheeled
and dealed in the sky, crashing into the waves to emerge again and the sunsets and night
skies she had seen here were nothing like she had ever seen at home. However, no matter how
much time she spent on the beach she never ventured further south than the tide pools and
caves which cut the beach in half. There was a strong, unfamiliar scent lingering there,
which Nocht could assume meant coyote.
She had been warned by Phoenix when he had accepted her to stay away from the clan that
lived on the beach. Thus far she had yet to see any coyotes encroach upon 'her' part of the
beach. She had swept over it aimlessly so often in the preceding weeks that she had come to
think of it as her own. She was not so presumptuous as to actually think that she could
claim it for herself, nor so lonesome, as she had encountered others in her spare time, but
in her mind she associated it with herself. And so far Nocht had done as she was told,
which hadn't been difficult. As it was, embarrassingly enough, she didn't actually know
what a coyote looked like. There were none where she came from. But it was only under
duress that she would admit it. It sounded like a small animal to her, but from Phoenix's
brief description she assumed they were similar enough to wolves. She knew of few enough
creatures which formed clans or claimed lands as they did.
However, today as she lurked on the edge of the beach, dipping into the tide pools
occasionally, peering into caves curiously, Nocht was bored. She spent a little time
sitting, in were form as usual, with her feet dangling into the air on the edge of a rock
with a sharp edge knocked off it, as she peered out at the empty sea and glanced at the
unexplored beach on her other side. It called to her with a siren song. It looked no more
dangerous or out of bounds than the beach that she had just left and she didn't know what
could have washed ashore over there that she may lay rightful claim to. A quick jaunt, not
so far in even, could only be harmless, surely? She wouldn't even stay long, she thought as
she pulled herself up and padded over the rocks, landing on the soft sand.