- - saline. [rev&open]

[[ sköll ]]

Despite the winter weather, the beach was surprisingly warm -- at least tolerable -- and Skoll sprawled haphazardly across the soft white sands. A soft breeze, rich with the heady scent of saline and fish (one was rotting nearby, surely), washed over him, rustling through his coarse white fur. His eyes drifted closed, lazily, and he pondered what he might do with his day.

For a being of a century's age, time began to muddle and flow together -- boredom was an easy thing to become afflicted with, and without a plaything to call his own, Skoll fell prey to its clutches particularly easily.

He huffed out a great, dramatic sigh and rolled onto his back. Casting a quick glance around and finding no one, he wiggling in an almost gleeful manner, leaving a distinctly wolf-shaped imprint in the sand. Were he younger, he might have even smiled -- this was the sort of thing he'd enjoyed as a pup. True, he'd taken great joy from bending his siblings to his whim, but simple things, too, once brought pleasure. (Rolling in the snow; playing chase.)

Everything was muted now, stained and torn by his anger until all but his sadism had lost its refined edge. He wondered for a moment if this happened to all wolves that lived past thirty -- did time drag them into a sense of discomfort with the world, or did some live on for centuries with happiness in their hearts?

Another discontented sigh escaped him, and Skoll rolled to his feet. The waves, he decided, crashing into the shore in a relentless push-pull -- they looked interesting enough. And he'd not once, in all his years, been swimming in the great, wide ocean.

The fact that he was far from a great swimmer be damned; he did what he wanted.

His pelt flashed an excited red-yellow, temporary bubbles of color that swelled and broke like the waters before him. The Lumen charged -- loped, really, Skoll was incapable of feats implying brute force -- into the spray, knocked sideways by the first wave he met. He snorted, rendering his pelt a frothy navy-grey, and hopped yet further into the deep. It felt odd against his skin -- not as soothing as the freshwater lakes, but warm and powerful, and the acrid taste of salt clung to his nose and lips.

Soon finding that his stick-like legs were exceedingly inefficient at steering him the way he wished to go, he snapped out at a passing fish, draining it of its energy and watching it float to the surface.

"You there, fish," he demanded, voice high and falsely haughty, "Divulge to me your secrets, oh swimmy one."

He chuckled and finished it off, tight-lipped grin stretching his maw as it gave one final flounder before it died.

.... uhhhh lol i suck at openings kay.

[revontulet.zarki ♔]

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[[ sköll ]]

Skoll did not notice the stranger's approach until his words broke the air between them -- so the Lumen decided, haughtily, that he would cover his lapse in attentiveness by ignoring him. Instead, brow raised, he snapped up the fish by the tail and flipped it bodily back to shore. He narrowly missed slapping Rev in the face upon doing so, and found he couldn't help the smile pulling at his lips.

A particularly powerful wave shoved Skoll forward, and the less-than-water worthy creature found his legs scraping painfully along shellshards and sand as he moved inevitably towards shore. Irritated now, any hint of amusement at the water long lost and draining out with the tide, he skipped free of the waters and lets his pelt bleed free of the navy hues.

He looked less intimidating and something more along the lines of drowned rat, his pasty white fur thin and clinging to his frail frame, seawater dripping from his chin. Offering Rev a faint smile -- a baring of the teeth, really -- he pawed at the sand and snorted.

"I'm not a picky bastard, myself," he said finally, voice low. "Though, I doubt I eat the same way you do. A bit boring, I've been told; the only real difference I've ever encountered is in the age of the organism. Young is fresh and juicy, old is... refined. Smoky, sometimes."

He tone dropped yet lower, bordering on sultry, and he fought the urge to shake his pelt dry as he circled the Sennyo. "Can I taste you, big boy? Probably pretty good, Sennyo live for so long. Mmmm, not like those other wastes of space, no. Much better, much better."

[ooc: so this post is stupid and short and skoll what are you doing stop being a creep.

fuck it, i'm never going to write nice long posts. fuck itttt. feel free to not reply. ]

[Diamanta]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/dback-10.jpg] "Speaking" Diamanata swam with leisurely and assured strokes, her long tail propelling her forward with an ease born of her species and she moved at a languorous pace, much akin to her general lifestyle. The waves pushed her forward and the salty ocean ran over her smooth scale like the caress of a long lost lover come to reclaim his heart. She could feel her taunt muscles relaxing after a long night of prowls as the sea air cleared her thoughts and cleansed her body and she gave a small sigh of contentment. Still her mind travelled to her charming find in the Enclave, and in turn her body seemed to respond at the very thought of the dangerously powerful yagi. However, that time was past and she needed to settle back down and find a new interest, though she seriously doubted whether they could ever match the male`s dark grace or confident sensuality. Sighing she rolled on her pack and let her tail push her forward, azure eyes gazing up at the sky that was dotted with small clouds, wondering what it might be like to be at the yagi`s side within the pack. Closing her eyes for a brief second she let herself relive the experience of that night, a sensual smile on her maw as she recalled the way his intense gaze had travelled across her delectably curved body. Flipping back onto her belly she dove under the surface, webbed paws propelling her forward with ease as she sliced through the waves, playing in their midst for truly the water was her one consistent lover. Soon the shore approached and with regret she felt her solid paws connect with sand and she strutted out from the water, the pearlescent beads dotting her glimmering scales like diamonds as she gave her body a brief shake. Head held high she meandered down the beach, tail trailing like a snake behind her as her hips sashayed rhythmically with every graceful movement. The gaian was now on the prowl, and her intense eyes perused the horizon searching for anything of interest. A quick flash of light on something colourful drew her vivid gaze upon an odd pair of wolves, the both retaining a rather exotic appearance, a Lumen and a Sennyo from first glance, both species of interest though she had yet to find herself attracted to a male from either. Flicking her ears forward she decided to pay them a visit, the long strands of scale-like fur on her chest and neck ruffled by the delightful breeze that blew across the warm territory. The royal blue, azure aqua and indigo scales seemed to swim with color with every movement, the light reflecting the shimmering silver that formed the translucent varnish on her body as the ebony black lashes surrounding her eyes emphasized the brightness of her gaze. If anything, Diamanta would fit right in with the pair of wolves, as each of them possessed distinct colors. Coming up the crest of a hill she paused to observe the lumen encircle the sennyo, interested by this odd interaction and entirely curious for both of the males were rather distinctive in appearance. “Why hello there fellows, mind if I join you?” She said, her fluid voice coming to weave through the air as she tipped her head and gave them a slow coquettish smile. Not waiting to receive an answer she moved with confident grace down the embankment, a flutter of her eyelashes letting them know she was in the mood to play. Just because they were not the stockiest of breeds did not mean they couldn`t entertain her, Diamanta was not exclusive in her choices of interest, whatever grabbed her fancy at the moment was enough to cause her to lay on the charm. D i a m a n t a' s . S o n g

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