08-18-2020, 09:18 PM
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The waves still called the pirate -- the ocean had never been anything but a home to the faerie. Nothing would change for the one his people called the Tempest Prince.
The sea might've taken him miles and miles -- he saw no land in any direction. Yet he could breathe, although it came in short and heavy gaps as he tried to gain his barings. Keona. He did not know which way to swim. Keona. He had to figure that out. He had to get back to his crew and family.
Kian had done his part to avoid Raziel after he finally found the shore -- in a lumbering form much unlike his birth. Unluckily for his twin, he had done it well; managing to seclude himself in his quarters on the Tempest, or simply diving back into the water. Now he could feel the strength return to his body.
Now, it was time to speak to his crewmates, to find his family -- make sure they were all present and accounted for. No rumors suggesting otherwise had crossed his ears.
Breaking away from the waves, the massive figure of a polar bear dog bounded up towards the Capricorn Tavern, calling for one member of his family in particular. "Keona?" All the hope of his world rested in the single name. She's okay -- she has to be.
Kian Ó Faoláin
The sky transformed in an instant -- blinding light like none he had ever seen. Or heard, as his ears rang and the roar of raising water left him without a sense of sight, sound, or direction. Too small in his birth form to fight the waves, the Irishman had no choice to let them carry him, to hold what air he had in his lungs until he could reach the surface again.The waves still called the pirate -- the ocean had never been anything but a home to the faerie. Nothing would change for the one his people called the Tempest Prince.
The sea might've taken him miles and miles -- he saw no land in any direction. Yet he could breathe, although it came in short and heavy gaps as he tried to gain his barings. Keona. He did not know which way to swim. Keona. He had to figure that out. He had to get back to his crew and family.
Kian had done his part to avoid Raziel after he finally found the shore -- in a lumbering form much unlike his birth. Unluckily for his twin, he had done it well; managing to seclude himself in his quarters on the Tempest, or simply diving back into the water. Now he could feel the strength return to his body.
Now, it was time to speak to his crewmates, to find his family -- make sure they were all present and accounted for. No rumors suggesting otherwise had crossed his ears.
Breaking away from the waves, the massive figure of a polar bear dog bounded up towards the Capricorn Tavern, calling for one member of his family in particular. "Keona?" All the hope of his world rested in the single name. She's okay -- she has to be.
All your dead end fury is not enough