[ P ] to sink still further, beneath the fatal wave

i used to wake up with the moon

praying for the sun to die soon

i used to get caught in the clouds

with blood on my face, with the strangest smile

hoping for the wind to carry me away

Wine-dark waves lick at the jagged stony coast. She stands perched on a rock just a few feet above the water, feeling the frigid mist spray over her long limbs with each crash of the tide. Icy silver eyes stare out at the horizon, the sky stormy grey like rainclouds yet no rain falls. There is only strong winds dancing across the water's surface and raking through her ruffled pelage.

There is salt on the wind, unlike any air she's smelled before. "So this is the sea," she murmurs to herself in her native tongue as the view has her still with wonder, how endless the ocean seems... it holds a sense of mystery which leaves her intrigued as she contemplates the domain of Poseidon for the first time in her life. She'd always heard stories of it, but never laid eyes upon its magnificence until now.

The fur on her back stands on end — how exciting it is to imagine what secrets lurk within its depths and how chilling to imagine being swallowed up by the waves, caught in the undertow and taken away, unable to fight the current. Just a river is already perfectly capable of killing a wolf; to think what the godly sea is capable of...

// @Maui

greek vocab - translation notes

« θάνατος οὐδὲν διαφέρει τοῦ ζῆν »
death is no different than life.

mephisto & sea

not all
treasure
is
silver n' gold

Glass Beach had been a part of the Mainland that Maui only explored during the daytime. And it wasn't much exploring that she did. Mostly, she was working when she got to come here. For her day job, Maui collected conch shells for the sell and trade to the Commonwealth. Though, most of the shells ended up being snatched by the royals' servants, who came to market almost every day in search of new conch shells to be their masters' plates and cups that they drank out of. While she wasn't the one who brought them to market to sell, her boss was. She was just one of the few workers that he had. Expendable, but easy to get a job with few questions asked. The best part was she got to spend all of her days in the ocean, with temporary breaks of cleaning off the shells to make sure there wasn't any sea-life within them or bits of rocks. She didn't do the final cleaning, but she got paid a little more if they were clean with minimal cracks. Mostly, they could be repaired with various animal bits dried onto them or pastes made from plants. That wasn't really Maui's thing, though. Staying in the ocean for hours and bracing herself against the waves, diving underneath the water and finding shells worth her while. It brought her joy. She didn't think she'd be doing something like this for a day job. But while she made herself stable within the Guild, she had to find something to do.

Today, it was of her own volition that she came. The sky was gray, the waters rush, and the salt tainted the borders of Glass Beach. It dragged her in like a moth to a flame, her nose flared and eyes wide as the storm collected itself on the horizon. Rain hadn't threatened to spill from the gathering clouds, but within the coming hours, she was sure the smaller pools of water would become one with the ocean. Until the rain settled and the ocean parted itself once more from the land, sprinkling pieces on the sand. The sharp scent of smoke and tobacco wafted through the salted winds. It distracts the pirate from what lies ahead; a perfect storm. She twists her head, somewhat craning her neck to see a woman atop a cliff, as dark as the clouds themselves. Somewhat contrasting, the stranger and her. As Maui is of the ocean, she is of the darkening clouds. Two worlds apart. The waves muddle over words that are spoken from the woman. She's larger than Maui, which somewhat surprises the brute. She is used to being the most powerful being in a room, but now there's a sense of competition in her. Unafraid, she calls out, "Ye look like you've never never seen a storm before." The way the woman's gaze is caught on the horizon, waiting for something to pop up. Maui used to do that as well until she'd found what laid before it. She keeps her disheveled fur, with the patterns that flow in her pelt, it's hard to tell when it's made or messy anyway. Her muscles flex in a step forward, bowing herself whilst stretching towards the open, as if to show off how swimming every day built her bigger than most females. She glanced back out of the corner of her depths of the blue eyes and waits, a small smirk tied onto her lips.

@Nyx

i used to wake up with the moon

praying for the sun to die soon

"Ye look like you've never never seen a storm before," calls out a woman's voice, carried by the wind, pulling Nyx's gaze from the baleful, entrancing waves. Water crashes against the rocks upon which she roosts, droplets splashing over large paws which securely grip the rugged surface, as she looks over her shoulder to regard the one who approaches her tonight with a blasé expression, but her silver eyes bright, alert, and curious.

Nyx catches the stranger mid-stretch, drawing her eye towards her fit body and strong limbs... Her gaze lingers momentarily, before dragging her attention away from those magnificent thighs to take in the rest of the woman — she is like the stormy sea personified, her tousled and windswept coat reminiscent of the sight set before them. She is robust, harsh, and rugged in many ways Nyx's usual type of woman is not, but there is still much in her to appreciate.

Nyx turns around fully now and begins to take a few steps down from these dark rocks to meet her company properly. As her paws make contact with sand, Nyx replies, "You're half-right. It's the first time I have the privilege of witnessing a storm at sea."

She gives the stranger another up-and-down glance as she takes in her scent. It is reminiscent of Dionysian festivals. "Surely you've come to admire its beauty as well? It's a bit cold for a swim," says Nyx with a tilt of her head and a smooth smirk.

@Maui

i used to get caught in the clouds, with blood on my face, with the strangest smile

hoping for the wind to carry me away