[open] Saltwater tongues are calling me; any

[Starboard]

starboard

make it pretty, but train it to kill

Like recognizes like, even if there are subtle differences between the two. It is well known that polar opposites often find one another complimentary.

Whereas she appears to be a creature of and for the water, the colt that approaches seems to be a victim of it. He is sharp angles and sad eyes, both of which are accentuated by the water slicking his skin and running down his legs in rivulets. Even his heat signature is wrong, like his blood runs cold and slow through his veins instead of warm and bounding like most living creatures.

He is surely alive, or so she assumes. She thinks for a moment that maybe she should be frightened, but it is only a fleeting notion. Predators do not fear. The predate.

Instead, she eyes him curiously. He is maybe younger than her, though their various magics make ages hard to determine. While the Gods had gifted her with dangerous beauty, they seemed to have taken every ounce of it from him. But she does not sneer or laugh, instead seeing him for what he is to her.

The other side of the same coin.

"I haven't, no. In fact, soggy boy, you're the first anything I've seen all day." she coos, her head tilting as she looks him over. It had briefly occurred to her to lie, but something about his quiet desperation speaks to a softer and gentler side of her nature. "I'm Starboard. What should I call you, besides Soggy Boy?" she offers, flashing him a venomous smile.

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@son

Ooc - sorry for the rapid fire posting, had a museum explosion >.<