Davy Jone's Locker
#7
OOC Date: 08-12-2023, 05:33 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

He answered her questions, but it seemed that somehow she had hit a nerve with the other wolf as she noticed his tail curl. At least he sat down and she wouldn't be forced to trail behind him further and further into the brush that decorated the edge of the beach. The Realm, he told her. Well, that wasn't a place she had ever heard of before. His description struck her as odd as he both complimented and insulted the place he called his home. How could it be both? Paradise was supposed to be good, while Hell was supposed to be bad... right? As if to confuse her further, he told her that she didn't want to know who he was. Then, in a very feline-like move, he licked his paw and rubbed it against his ear. He looked at her, but did not cease the grooming. Her emerald eyes looked back at him, listening intently as he spoke further. She felt pity for the creature creep up inside her until he spoke a word that jogged her memory. 

Monster

Even as the creature bristled and showed his fangs, Reed froze where she stood. She didn't freeze because of him, but because of this deep feeling of knowing came rushing back to her, and she saw him there. She saw the yellow eyes, the green fur, saw the sword sticking out from her own chest. Monster. Reed didn't know what the vision meant, or who the green wolf was. She reached up to her chest with her paw to feel for the cutlass. It wasn't there, nor was there a scar or blood or wound to signify that such an event had occurred. Monster. Was... did she somehow see a picture of her future? Why had it been triggered by such a word? She twisted her neck around to check for the Cutlass that dangled at her side. It was still there in it's sheath, safely secured and clear of blood. She looked back at the stranger with her eyes wide just as he asked her who she was. "I uh..." she started, then dropped her eyes downwards. Who was she? Despite her best efforts, her name escaped her, and it was hard to focus with the thoughts of her future suddenly flashing before her eyes. Or, what she thought was her future. She really had no idea. 

Her gaze looked back up towards the stranger, trying her hardest to answer him and failing in doing so. "I don't know." she finally admitted with a frown and folded ears. "I can't remember" she explained. Why? Why couldn't she remember? She knew things. She knew paradise and hell. She knew monster. She knew words and speech and she knew objects like ocean, and ship, and trees and other such things. So why couldn't she remember who she was? Why couldn't she remember anything about herself? Why had monster jarred her so much? Too many questions, and too few answers. "I just know that I woke up at the bottom of the ocean in the shipwreck. I figured maybe the ship had wrecked recently with me on it, and you were part of the crew. I guess.... I guess that's not the case?"