7/25/2025, 3:44 PM
Swathed in salty breezes and bathed in the warmth of the ceaseless sun, Lorroakan waded through the shallows with vibrancy. The fur on his slender limbs soaked, stuck and clinging. His chest damp, his underbelly hairs kissing the calm surface of the clear waters. It was bliss!
And in a way he can't quite understand, there's a sense of longing. A remembrance of a place he cannot fully envision in his minds eyes, but rather a warmth and reminisce that made his chest feel fuzzy. As if at one time in his life, he'd been here before. Or perhaps a cove just like it.
Home. It reminded him of a fractured memory home he desperately wishes to recover. Splintered memories through eyes young and naive of sprinting through the shallows, desperate to keep up with two wolves he can only assume were his rowdy older brothers.
They'd tease him for not being able to keep up, or startle him as he'd watch shiny little fish kiss his feet. There was a woman's voice, too, that felt like a warm hug. His momma.
Now, he shares the coast with an unlikely companion, of which he'd lost track of long ago with the rise of the sun. Lorroakan churns through the warm waters with a quiet, calm smile. Grasped gently in his teeth was a strand of slimy, salty seaweed.
On the horizon and in the distance, he sees and hears Richter coming toward him. With a wet, swaying tail, Lorroakan clumsily gallops from the shallows, his feet kissing the soft sands as he meets the man halfway.
Spitting the seaweed to the sand, he excitedly pushes his way into Richter's space, his smile beaming.
And in a way he can't quite understand, there's a sense of longing. A remembrance of a place he cannot fully envision in his minds eyes, but rather a warmth and reminisce that made his chest feel fuzzy. As if at one time in his life, he'd been here before. Or perhaps a cove just like it.
Home. It reminded him of a fractured memory home he desperately wishes to recover. Splintered memories through eyes young and naive of sprinting through the shallows, desperate to keep up with two wolves he can only assume were his rowdy older brothers.
They'd tease him for not being able to keep up, or startle him as he'd watch shiny little fish kiss his feet. There was a woman's voice, too, that felt like a warm hug. His momma.
Now, he shares the coast with an unlikely companion, of which he'd lost track of long ago with the rise of the sun. Lorroakan churns through the warm waters with a quiet, calm smile. Grasped gently in his teeth was a strand of slimy, salty seaweed.
On the horizon and in the distance, he sees and hears Richter coming toward him. With a wet, swaying tail, Lorroakan clumsily gallops from the shallows, his feet kissing the soft sands as he meets the man halfway.
Riftchter!His voice is muffled. His eyes wide with wonder, as it seems they'd both met each other with gifts! Richter's was far more glorious. A beautiful, smooth conch that makes Lorroakan's chest feel tight with another pang of longing.
Spitting the seaweed to the sand, he excitedly pushes his way into Richter's space, his smile beaming.
How beautiful! By the stars, where did you find this?
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