04-09-2020, 08:52 AM
we wear the mask
that grins and lies
that grins and lies
With the turn of summer comes Halcyon's renewed comfort with Ischia. The boy finds that the awkwardness he'd felt at calling the island home after his family's return from Loess has finally subsided. The island kingdom feels like his again, and the tiger has wasted no time exploring the spots he'd loved during his first year ─ and then exploring a little further.
Upon rising from his sandy bed this morning, Halcyon had yearned for the ocean. He took quick stock of Cormorant and Aquaria (he is always worried for them now, a product of watching Alcinder and Oceane both ripped from their home) before stretching his feline legs with an easy jog through the jungle oasis, until finally his tri-colored body rushed forth from the verdant foliage and into the crystal waters of Ischia's northeastern cove.
He sighs, lips pulled back from predator's teeth, as the cool waters overtake him. His large, and still growing, paws alight on the soft mud beneath him as he paddles in circles, the water rushing over his sleek back and offering him a comfort he had sorely missed while on the mainland. For all the things that Loess had to offer him, the southern shore to the Beqannan ocean just hadn't sufficed.
Movement on the shore catches Halcyon's attention, forcing his feline eyes to narrow. A sea turtle. He only watches the oceanic creature briefly before rising from the turquoise waters and returning to the jungle ─ his stomach has begun to grumble, and there is naught for him to eat in the seawater ─ the added weight of his waterlogged coat slowing his movements.
The boy ceases walking as he arrives beneath an umbrella of tree boughs and allows his nose to guide him. Confusion flashes over his face at the scent of a nearby fossa, having never come across one this close to shore, and amends his direction to find the creature.
Emerging again from the jungle, the tiger abruptly halts as he locks eyes with the smaller cat-like mammal. Despite his conversations with Titanya about his own ability, as a predator, to kill things, Halcyon has yet to pursue anything larger than a shrew. His stomach grumbles, but still he remains in place, eyes locked ─ there is a chance, he realizes, that this could be something other than a fossa, though his Mama had never told him about any fossa-shifters on Ischia.
"Hello there," he greets tentatively. He does not possess Zoolingualism the way Al and Oceane do ─ if the fossa greets back, he knows he has made a correct assumption and, perhaps, avoided a very messy situation.
@[Aodhan]
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Upon rising from his sandy bed this morning, Halcyon had yearned for the ocean. He took quick stock of Cormorant and Aquaria (he is always worried for them now, a product of watching Alcinder and Oceane both ripped from their home) before stretching his feline legs with an easy jog through the jungle oasis, until finally his tri-colored body rushed forth from the verdant foliage and into the crystal waters of Ischia's northeastern cove.
He sighs, lips pulled back from predator's teeth, as the cool waters overtake him. His large, and still growing, paws alight on the soft mud beneath him as he paddles in circles, the water rushing over his sleek back and offering him a comfort he had sorely missed while on the mainland. For all the things that Loess had to offer him, the southern shore to the Beqannan ocean just hadn't sufficed.
Movement on the shore catches Halcyon's attention, forcing his feline eyes to narrow. A sea turtle. He only watches the oceanic creature briefly before rising from the turquoise waters and returning to the jungle ─ his stomach has begun to grumble, and there is naught for him to eat in the seawater ─ the added weight of his waterlogged coat slowing his movements.
The boy ceases walking as he arrives beneath an umbrella of tree boughs and allows his nose to guide him. Confusion flashes over his face at the scent of a nearby fossa, having never come across one this close to shore, and amends his direction to find the creature.
Emerging again from the jungle, the tiger abruptly halts as he locks eyes with the smaller cat-like mammal. Despite his conversations with Titanya about his own ability, as a predator, to kill things, Halcyon has yet to pursue anything larger than a shrew. His stomach grumbles, but still he remains in place, eyes locked ─ there is a chance, he realizes, that this could be something other than a fossa, though his Mama had never told him about any fossa-shifters on Ischia.
"Hello there," he greets tentatively. He does not possess Zoolingualism the way Al and Oceane do ─ if the fossa greets back, he knows he has made a correct assumption and, perhaps, avoided a very messy situation.
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