Riptide

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Snow scatters across your coat as you trail through the alpines, a certain sense of purpose thrumming through your veins. You feel as though you are being led somewhere, pulled by an invisible string; at first, you resist it, but the draw grows only more insistent until it seems your feet move of their own accord.

Somehow, someway, you are brought before a tunnel of trees with boughs full of soft, pink blossoms. They waft through the air, replacing the chilling snow and bringing tides of spring with them. Although you attention initially dances across the fluttering treetops, your eye soon alights upon a trail of red rose petals that gather in a winding trail.

You're compelled to follow them, and follow them you do, to find what fate has in store.

Skill: Tunnel of love <3

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Foxglove

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It was all like a dream. Tied up with a little bow and neatly wrapped wrapping paper Riptide had somehow been pulled to a tunnel... Leading into the tunnel was a path of rose petals...
Something, something pulled him forward into the tunnel, his tri-colored pelt winding along with his thin form as his entire muscular body slowly padded its way into the darkness...

Though he wasn't in that darkness for long... No now he was placed back... Oh my god back where he had been born...

Home...

Holding his breath Riptide stopped as his toes hit the warm sands of home, wiggling his toes he could hear the faint squeaking of the movements of the tan sands beneath him. The salty rose high in the beachy sky as he drew in a deep breath, finally, icy eyes scanning across the vast expanse of beach that had been presented to him.

He could smell the faint hints of hibiscus and orchids on the winds, palm trees littered the small dunes that rose and fell leading him back to the sea of the fathers...

Thank you... He whispered as Rip tilted his optics to the sunny blue above him, only a few clouds scattered across the stretch above, Riptide couldn't helpd himself, and with a new found love in his heart the man raced towards the waters.

He could feel the warmth of the burning god on his back as he splashed into the sea, back where he belonged, back where he was born. He was confused by how he had gotten here, back here, but he was thankful and wouldn't question it too much as he simply wanted to just... Enjoy it...

((Minus the boats LOL))

Tunnel of love 1/5

Foxglove had followed another trail of petals, these a deeper red but no less fragrant - it was almost like being under the spell of a siren. He felt compelled to move further along the trail, to follow the swirl of the petals and see just where they took him. He was confused for a moment at the salty air, it cut through the fragrant scent of the beautiful boughs from the trees. He'd only encountered such a thing once before, when the world had seemed to swallow him up and spit him out so far from the Glade and his home. This felt different, though - something that he hadn't encountered in this world before. Surely Mythris had a plethora of lovely beaches, but as Foxglove's toes sank into the sand he found the sensation to be less than delightful.

There was also the strange sound that it made every step he took, but he did have to admit that the view of the sea before him was stunning.

He was caught off guard when another wolf went barreling straight into the waters - not in fear, not in panic, but in true joy. It was clear to see the way that it had affected the other wolf, and Foxglove couldn't bring himself to join him or to judge. He stood far from where the water lapped so serenely against the sands, keen green gaze taking in the view before him. With all of the strife that Avon had faced in the past season, it almost felt otherworldly to see someone else so carefree.

At least someone had found happiness - Foxglove could appreciate that even if it wasn't him.

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Foxglove

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A shudder ran through the merman as he basked in the warm waters, in the beautifully shining sun, in the salty breeze that shifted this way and that. He sighed as he splashed around with a deep laugh, a loud sound that rose above the waves like musical notes. He was so lost in everything he didn't notice the other right away, it took a while for the winds to shift just right, before he was smacked in the face with an unfamiliar scent.

Riptide stopped slowly, still enjoying every moment of this beautiful display of his home, and rose in the waters. Dripping all along his muscular frame the chiseled man pulled himself out of the waves that licked at his heels and shook out his pelt a distance away, to politely avoid spraying the other. He smiled warmly as he cast his icy gaze across the other man.

The stranger stood as tall as he did but was more thin than himself. His pelt was a mixture of red's cream's and blacks that danced along his frame in such a mystical way it captivated the alabaster chested male.

Welcome to Atheria... Riptide greeted as his flipped his tail over his hips warmly, his eyes glittering in the beams of light that shone down upon the pair. Rip pulled himself a couple feet away from the handsome other and winked playfully as he bent his head a little in a bowing gesture.