He finds oblivion in the sea. He finds breath where the briny water fills his lungs to bursting and the sunlight dances in the waves high above. He finds strength where the current mercilessly pulls him deeper and deeper still.
The world is different here beneath it all where no kingdoms rule and Beqanna has forgotten. The sea is a wilderness untamed - a place where monsters hunt and sleep.
He was born on land - his mother a serpent beauty - his father unknown (at least to him). He likes to think his father is the sea. In a way, he isn’t wrong.
As much as the ocean calls him - pulls him deep beneath - he always spits him out again because his mother calls him too, back to Tephra, back to his family.
There are newborns in his mother’s den. He keeps his distance, knowing how protective Sabbath is likely to be. Instead, he calls soft and low in a voice like the deep churning of ocean waves.
“Are you there, mother?”
@[Sabbath] @[Tarnished]
The world is different here beneath it all where no kingdoms rule and Beqanna has forgotten. The sea is a wilderness untamed - a place where monsters hunt and sleep.
He was born on land - his mother a serpent beauty - his father unknown (at least to him). He likes to think his father is the sea. In a way, he isn’t wrong.
As much as the ocean calls him - pulls him deep beneath - he always spits him out again because his mother calls him too, back to Tephra, back to his family.
There are newborns in his mother’s den. He keeps his distance, knowing how protective Sabbath is likely to be. Instead, he calls soft and low in a voice like the deep churning of ocean waves.
“Are you there, mother?”
@[Sabbath] @[Tarnished]