7/26/2025, 3:22 AM
Water lapped, soft and serene, against the dark gravel of the beach. It was cold for the summer, the blustering windchill of the ocean cutting across the flat beach before it dissipated into the trees. The blue water had turned black with the frothing, darkening overcast clouds that sprinkled cold rain downwards. It dusted the trees and the shrubs, turning sunbleached driftwood back to a darker hue in little speckles. The scent of salt and chill overtook the scent of carrion-rot.
For a while.
A lull in the wind had it billow up and out, a faint, delicious little morsel for those who could stomach the carcasses of sealife. Which, unsurprisingly, a beast like Murgrind certainly could. Even with her jaw, crooked and jutting awkwardly, the narwhal who'd died and washed ashore finding itself perfect sustenance. Murgrind stands atop the corpse with it's guts bloated outwards, spilling darkly over the sand as Murgrind slams paws into it's side, unleashing a brutal CRACK! as ribs are shattered beneath her immense weight. Off does the Polar Bear step, swaying to the side and dipping her head down to nose along the now-brutalized side. It's broken enough for her to sink her teeth into the side, black lips peeling back as she shreds off an utterly immense chunk of blubbery meat. It's thick, oily between her molars, but it doesn't matter. The salty, fishy sinew is satisfying as she crinkles up her nose, loudly snorfing and huffing as she chews away in a delight befitting her juicy carrion prize.
For a while.
A lull in the wind had it billow up and out, a faint, delicious little morsel for those who could stomach the carcasses of sealife. Which, unsurprisingly, a beast like Murgrind certainly could. Even with her jaw, crooked and jutting awkwardly, the narwhal who'd died and washed ashore finding itself perfect sustenance. Murgrind stands atop the corpse with it's guts bloated outwards, spilling darkly over the sand as Murgrind slams paws into it's side, unleashing a brutal CRACK! as ribs are shattered beneath her immense weight. Off does the Polar Bear step, swaying to the side and dipping her head down to nose along the now-brutalized side. It's broken enough for her to sink her teeth into the side, black lips peeling back as she shreds off an utterly immense chunk of blubbery meat. It's thick, oily between her molars, but it doesn't matter. The salty, fishy sinew is satisfying as she crinkles up her nose, loudly snorfing and huffing as she chews away in a delight befitting her juicy carrion prize.
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