Low Tide Treasures

[Conri Church]

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Low tide. It was only by chance that the red hybrid spotted the newly unhidden path, something that meant immediate investigation. After a while the waters would rise and cover the path, hiding it from sight and potentially trapping him at the place that it might lead. Conri was smarter than that though, having lived by the ocean for such a time, he knew when the tide would change and when would be wise to start his journey back. Of course, that was assuming that it led him somewhere that he couldn't get back from in a different way. Just another part of the beach, perhaps, which he considered as he started his way down the path. It seemed, after a short time of walking, that he was lucky he was on two legs, for soon the path grew more narrow, the wall beside him more rocky, and before long he was shuffling his way inside the small opening of a cave. Though the entrance seemed small, the inside of the cave was gigantic and made jade eyes widen at the sight. Water filled the bottom, a glowing blue, unlike anything that he had ever seen before. It was mesmerizing. He stood there against the wall for a while, just staring at the water, before continuing along his way. The glow from the water cast enough light that he was able to easily find his way down the path, which met a larger stretch of land toward the back of the cave. He could see something there, though he was unsure what. As he continued along it became slightly more clear. Wood, it seemed, broken up and scattered, obviously from some kind of ship.

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[Andrezej Lykoi]

This looked lonely. :]
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     His feet dangled off the edge of the rock, toes delicately shifting across the surface of the water and sending miniature ripples out across the surface. Sitting there in silent tranquility made it easy for one to believe that Andre was a harmless and well-meaning youth, and yet the dark expression he always wore, whether he intended or not — his heavily creased brow line, his emotionless shards of acid yellow eyes, and the lack of a smile that always tipped his face down into what could only be called sullenness — spoke otherwise. It was clear that he would easily attack any wolf within sight, but when it came to coyotes, it was another story. But not only was Andrezej Lykoi easy to provoke; he was also calculating and manipulative, and knew opportunity when he saw it.

     He didn't necessarily see it when he heard the other walking, nor when the glowing waters highlighted Conri on the rock-hewn path. No. He would've jumped for the other's throat if he'd had a blade on him, just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. His softly muttered curses of disapproval likely did not reach the other's ears. He didn't make any motion to make himself more visible than he already was, but his eyes carefully followed the wolf. There was no trusting them; they were dirty mutts with superiority complexes at best.

     Instead, he chose to play nice if the wolf came near. He could be a civil fellow, even if the whole civil mask hid the gears that churned and whirled behind his head, scheming and plotting ways to get rid of the wolf before the wolf considered him an ally or a friend. Andrezej Lykoi had no friends, no allies, and he didn't need them to start popping up randomly. Nobody wanted to be near the scar-riddled hybrid anyway; Hybrid made sure of that, and if the scars from his early battles didn't turn others off, his biting attitude and his insane bloodlust — so close to natural lust that it was terrifying — would. And so he spoke not, or did nothing but watch with his toes above the water, dripping ever so slowly what they had stolen.

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