Davy Jone's Locker
#3
OOC Date: 07-19-2023, 04:55 PM
IC THREAD DATE: 07/15/2023  in  Cerulean Cove  —  
VERDANTIS
SERF
Species Female Gray Wolf
Build Adult Brawny 26"
Trade NOVICE SENTRY
Trade NOVICE HISTORIAN
Health6 Dexterity3
Arcana 2 Medicine 1
Charisma 4 Perception 2
Constitution 2 Stealth 1
Deception 1 Strength 3
MagicSIREN SONG
MagicTELEKINESIS
MagicAIR ELEMENT
Magic
Magic
Magic

With the saltwater ejected from her stomach, Reed felt slightly better, but only slightly. She tried to remember what had happened. She tried to remember why she was beneath the water. She tried to remember how she had ended up in the ruins of a ship sunk to the bottom of the sea, but no matter how long she thought, no matter how hard she tried, she ended up with zero answers. It was like there was some sort of fog obscuring her memories. When she tried to remember wolves of her past, all she could see were dark shapes and blurs. When she tried to remember anything, nothing really came to mind. With her nausea briefly satisfied, she took a second to look over her body for clues. Around her neck was a purple scarf with crossbones on it, drenched and dripping with seawater. Around her body was a harness, and on her left side were two weapons. One was a longer sword, the other a smaller dagger. She could recognize what they were, but couldn't recognize why they were there. Clearly they were hers. So... was she some fighter? Warrior? The bones on her scarf. She... she was a pirate! That's why she'd ended up in the ship! It must have crashed with her on board and sank to the depths with her inside it. Oh my god. She had nearly drowned! she suddenly realized, her mind wrapping around the events as her instincts waned. 

There was the crunching of sand beneath paws, and Reed's emerald eyes glanced up to find the source of the sound. There, on the beach in the distance, stood a wolf staring at her. He seemed to be wrapped in bandages. Was he hurt? Wait. Was he part of the crew that had sank with the ship alongside her? If he was, why couldn't she recall a name? He turned away from her, to slink into the brush that made up the line of the beach, and Reed suddenly yelled out. "Wait!" Her legs moved quickly, her paws digging into the soft sands of the dry shore, to try and catch up to the wolf as he disappeared. He paused to look back at her. "Wait! Don't leave!" she called after the wolf a second time. The sudden motion caused the queasiness to return and her stomach twisted. Her movement suddenly stopped and she paused, her legs splayed. Her head lowered to the ground and for the second time, she vomited up a mixture of salt water and bile from her stomach. It didn't stop her. With drool dripping from her chin, a puddle left in the dry sands behind her, she continued her approach to the wolf, trying to close the distance. "Wait! Can you tell me what happened?" Maybe he would know what had caused the ship to sink, and where the rest of the crew was. If she had managed to avoid drowning, it was likely the better swimmers had made it to shore some time ago.