gin and sea - open, joining/returning

IF MY LIFE IS GOING

TO MEAN ANYTHING,

I HAVE TO LIVE IT

MYSELF.

tiguar . young . he/him
demigod of the deep

Seabound had heard the commotion and came forward, most of his typical joy and energy drained as he walked. So many emotions had been coursing though them, none of them good. THings had been nice, had been getting better. He'd had a nice birthday, getting a new tattoo and a new name. His earring, a symbol of his family, was latched onto his ear, other gifts put away nicely.

And then it went to hell. His momma was missing and his life was falling apart, he just wanted to back to when things were nice. When he set eyes on his brother, he didn't know how to feel. He stopped beside Michael, eyeing over the other Roux warily, unsure. They'd played this exact game before, hadn't they? "It's Riftweaver now, then?" he asked tiredly, wishing he had the energy to properly greet his brother. He was pretty sure he hadn't slept since his Momma had been taken.

He moved forward, gently pressing his forehead against his, furred shark tail hanging limply. "It's good to have you home again, brother"