02-26-2021, 08:40 PM
CAPTAIN MORRISON
The wild waves of the forbidden sea rolled off against a strange captain's wooden boat that sailed towards the shore. With a crash, the bow slammed into the black beaches of the Treasure Cove. A victorious howl echoed from the deck and pawsteps slammed in succession as the lone wolf upon the ship celebrated his relatively smooth landing. Golden eyes peered over the edge, cautiously observing the black sand and the blue sea before him with narrowed hues. Satisfied, his body propelled forward. Navy blue fur collided with the waters with a splash and his tail directed him to the shore.
A gasp sounded out as his bulky paws breached the shore and his head rose above the water. Soft, fizzling waves caressed his back paws as he stood triumphant at the edge of the shore with his eyes on the horizon. In the distance, no one seemed to be present. Morrison had heard the stories about The Typhoon and the mainland past it, but he had never thought this would be his entrance. He thought he'd see booming parties, welcoming faces... but not a volcanic beach on the edge of no-mans land. Thankfully, his purpose was not to visit. There was other business he had to attend to. The rumors of the Pendragons pointed him here and the wolf was confident in his findings, despite the barren land before him. His family had to be somewhere.
With a shake of his pelt and a sneer, the wolf traversed forward with his ears pointed upwards. "Oi!" came his sharp bark. "Anyone live 'ere?" Met with no response, or rather one not quick enough, Morrison continued to saunter forward and speak to a presumably nonexistent audience. "This place-" He paused for a moment, craning his head and gesturing outwards. "-is deader than the dead sea." His paw tapped impatiently on the ground below. With no one in sight just yet, he decided to settle upon the beach. "But I can rock the boat and change that, eh?" A deep, scratchy laugh left the old canine. At least he could entertain himself.
A gasp sounded out as his bulky paws breached the shore and his head rose above the water. Soft, fizzling waves caressed his back paws as he stood triumphant at the edge of the shore with his eyes on the horizon. In the distance, no one seemed to be present. Morrison had heard the stories about The Typhoon and the mainland past it, but he had never thought this would be his entrance. He thought he'd see booming parties, welcoming faces... but not a volcanic beach on the edge of no-mans land. Thankfully, his purpose was not to visit. There was other business he had to attend to. The rumors of the Pendragons pointed him here and the wolf was confident in his findings, despite the barren land before him. His family had to be somewhere.
With a shake of his pelt and a sneer, the wolf traversed forward with his ears pointed upwards. "Oi!" came his sharp bark. "Anyone live 'ere?" Met with no response, or rather one not quick enough, Morrison continued to saunter forward and speak to a presumably nonexistent audience. "This place-" He paused for a moment, craning his head and gesturing outwards. "-is deader than the dead sea." His paw tapped impatiently on the ground below. With no one in sight just yet, he decided to settle upon the beach. "But I can rock the boat and change that, eh?" A deep, scratchy laugh left the old canine. At least he could entertain himself.
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CAPTAIN ⚓︎ MORRISON
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