Darkness. Pain. The burning sensation of salt water in her lungs made her cough and put everything that she had swallowed. Her eyes were still closed as she gasped for air. Her throat burned and scratched. Her teeth clasped together, cracking sand between them. She gasped, eyes shot open and closed just as fast as they had opened when the ligh intruded on their darkness. It was blinding. The sun and the heat. Maybe it was her rather dark coat that made her feel hotter than she should've been.
Her eyes opened again. Slowly. Blinking in the light, her pupils shrunk, her vision clearing. Only now she began to comprehend her positioning. She was laying sideways, covered in sand. Open wounds painfully covered in dried salt water and sand. She shook her head slowly, dual coloured irises fixing on her surroundings. Sand, palms, rocks. She seemed to be alone. Russet tipped ears rotated above her skull, the action causing the skin on her head to pull, making her realise she had a wound up there too. The space under her left eye was hurting too, but she had no way of seeing how that looked yet. A fresh trail of blood was going down her cheek, but she could care less.
A few long moments of taking in everything around her and she started to stand up. Slowly due to her whole body being tender. A few steps forward and away from the water, her stomach twisting with nausea. She halted and took another look around. "Fuck." She muttered out loud, her voice rough and coarse. No a familiar scent in the air. She exhaled, took a few licks over the wounds she could reach.
It had been a few weeks since she'd first landed upon the sandy shores, floating on a log and drifting with the currents all to find a string and makeshift hook. It had caused an avalanche of situations to occur. She'd remained on the island for some time. The island was plenty big enough after all to support her and Balthazar's presence easily enough. Plus, with Balthazar's ability to fly, should they need anything he was quickly able to secure it. Since she herself could not swim, she needed his help crossing back and forth to mainland. It was a chore, and she felt bad each time she asked him for help.
So, as a repayment, Reed was coming the beaches to find the perfect shells to fashion into beads for his excess hair. She was by no means an artisan, but she always tried, and that was what mattered, right? As she searched, she bounced along in a trot, tossing her head and stepping to the beat of her own tune that she sung.
"Summer loving had me a blast
Summer loving happened so fast
I met a girl crazy for me
Met a boy cute as can be
Summer days drifting away
To-ah! Oh, the summer nights"
As she sang unknown to Reed, her words twisted with magic. The inside of her muzzle glowed slightly without her realization, for she sang and danced with her eyes partially closed, too focused on her song and forgetting the purpose of her excursion. Around her radiated a feeling of happiness, and anyone who could hear her might feel it's effects seeping into them.
"Fuck" she suddenly heard someone say, stopping her mid-verse and mid-step. Her eyes looked outwards down the beach and along the shores there was a dark figure to far to make out into detail but close enough to identify that it was a wolf. A burly wolf at that, based on the thickness of the shape. Was it another wolf washed ashore from the wreckages? She could only hope so, for maybe they could help her piece together more of the puzzle.
Off towards the stranger she trotted to catch up to them, only to realize that they were bleeding and seemed to be injured in several places. "Hey sailor! You don't look like you're feelin' so good. Do you need some help?" While Reed herself was quite thick and burly for her size (and sex), this one topped the cake. They were huge! "You must be one heck of a swashbuckler for yer crew." Reed had zero medical training outside of bare minimum knowledge but she would try to help where she could. "I could fetch ya a drink maybe?"
Magic: Special - Siren Song
Reed is radiating a happy euphoric energy around her with her singing.
Success: Regne feels a sense of strange happiness inside her. Reed's music is pleasant to listen to even if the character would normally dislike the tune.
Failure: Regne feels nothing. The singing might even be terrible.
The path of her tongue halted halfway over a wound on her shoulder as tunes reached her ears. Her head lifted and turned in the direction of the song, head tilted in confusion. It was moment later that she felt her usual stone wall cracking with what seemed to be happiness? She almost gaged at the thought, but the feeling was there and it did make her mood less bitter - more chipper even. Though the wounds and ache kept it from showing too much. When her eyes focused on, what seemed to be a wolf, that was the reason for the tunes she perked up. A few more steps forward when she heard the others' words.
"I have no crew." As the words were out of her mouth, her memories flooded her mind to what had happened before the sea embraced her. The woman she loved, the pack she cared for, her brothers.. her father. Lips curled and a snarl slipped past her large teeth. Shoulders rolled and she looked around again. Unfamiliar. Everything was unfamiliar. "Fuck!" She spat again and turned around a couple more times before stopping and going a few steps in a different direction, then turning and going back. "Fuck, shit and other such expletives." She continued a snarl hanging on each of her words. She then turned back to the woman that had been most likely been watching her tantrum. Her bright eyes met the ones of the woman in front of her and she spoke again, her voice leveled, calm and monotone. "Where the fuck am I?" She demanded, a lost look in her eyes. Her tail on the level of her spine. And lets not mention she had yet to discover that her fangs had grown and her claws were easily retreating in their sockets and coming out, much like a lion's.
