Eveleen had found herself in a land she didn’t know. But then, perhaps that was the fun in it, was it not? She would travel and explore here if she pleased before going upon her merry way – that went for her current locale as well as the kingdom itself. She knew not what this place was called, but she certainly could learn with relative ease should another soul show their face. She would keep a keen blue eye out for another, but in the meantime, she would enjoy her solitude.
Eveleen would revel in the opportunity to hunt alone; her quarry would be the flashing scales she could see a little way into the water, surrounding the shadows and shapes she knew must be a reef. She ignored the small soldier crabs that made their homes in tiny holes upon the surface of the ground, surrounding the tropical trees and plants, dotting the compacted sands with a billion little holes. They would scurry into their homes as she passed, only to peek out once more like the shadow of her tail left their burrows.
White paws placed themselves gently, leaving shallow paw prints in the sand as she moved along, and eventually felt the ocean blue water wash over her paws. The foam lingered in the hairs upon her legs, and for a moment the coldness of the water compared to the warmth of the air was exhilarating as it shot up her forelegs. She began to wade deeper, eventually the water washing over peach stripes and all the way up to her snowy belly. Thick fur clumped and dripped in the wave’s absence, and eventually, she was up to her neck, placing her paws lightly amongst the coral structures. Fish fled from her with each movement, but quickly reoccupied the spaces around her. She lifted one paw, ready for the strike, waiting until she saw a fish she liked.
Her paw darted out, hooking onto a thick-bodied creature, bringing it up to her waiting fangs. Crimson touched the clarity of the water, making some fish come closer, including a curious shark. She growled softly but turned and began walking away. She knew well enough that the shark wouldn’t much bother her if she didn’t let her tail drag the water – she was bigger than it, after all. But she didn’t want to wait around for a bigger one to be tempted into the shallower waters that she stood in. She’d seen some fins breach the surface a few meters away, and she was not willing to tempt her limbs to being bitten by a curious ocean beast.
No fights in progress
No fights in progress
No fights in progress
No fights in progress
No fights in progress
Jewel moved in silence along the Cay, her singular gaze rotating along the distance laid out before her. The ebon woman was without company for the moment, her mate and children doing whatever it was they chose to do during the day. She would walk parallel to the waves, feeling the cool touch of the water wash over her dark paws. It was familiar - the sounds and smells of the ocean.
She missed it sometimes, waking to the sound of Gulls cawing overhead, lulled to sleep by the roaring of the waves as they crashed against the shore. But, Jewel felt happier than she had been in some time. After all - there was work to be done. Work that for the moment, she was taking a break from. A warrior - not a hunter, she still managed to provide when needed though her caramel wife was far more suited to the task than she.
Movement in the waves caught her eye and she paused, one paw lifted as she stared, trying to differentiate the pale head from the ivory foam of the ocean. When she saw it again, she took an involuntary step towards the waves until she saw @Eveleen moving under her own power. Relaxing, Jewel chose to continue her walk, unsure if the other wished company or not, but she did keep an eye out for the pale feline.
After all, the undertow of the ocean was a cruel mistress, and for those unaware, it could prove deadly. It seemed, however, that this female knew her way around the ocean, so Jewel simply chose to remain close - debating the validity of capturing her own ocean snack...
"Speech"
[ ooc ; no, thank you for taking it! ]
As she made her way back to the shore, an ebon pelt drew the woman’s attention. Pale blue gaze drifted over the figure – another woman, she assumed. The scent of salt and fish filled her nose, and the breeze blowing from behind her betrayed her in all regards to figuring out who it was walking upon the shore. Not that she’d know anyway, but she could at least gather some basic information. But it was inconsequential whether she could or not. Eveleen could have shrugged at the thoughts that filtered through her mind.
She reached the shore, water streaming down her body, dripping onto the sand only to be absorbed or covered by an incoming wave within a few seconds of landing. The fish, silver in color, and as large as her head hung limply in her jaws, its eyes staring off into the nothingness of oblivion. She waded from the wave’s reach and set her fish down between her front paws. She lifted her dripping tail in greeting to the other, wondering if they may perhaps join her for a conversation.
“Hello there,” she called above the ocean’s gentle rushing. The change in the breeze, she hoped at least carried her voice a little clearer to the other feline. Eveleen waited to see what they would do, whether they would keep walking or turn slightly to approach her in her obvious welcome of company.
@Jewel
Perhaps it was one of the things she missed the most about being in the Cove - missing the sand and waves, but her new home still had a familiar roaring sound from the waterfall so she couldn't complain too much. The ebon woman approached, noting the others form and committing her image to memory before she stopped a few lengths away so as not to encroach upon the pale woman's personal space.
"Speech"
Eveleen’s ears twitched forward as the other approached and spoke. The words tumbled out in a feminine voice, a kind one, a gentle one. Eveleen smiled slightly. At least the other seemed friendly enough, which, truly that was all one could ever hope for in meeting a stranger. Was it not?”Enjoying the day?” The other woman asked.
“I can’t complain – I’m alive and free, after all,” Eveleen stated, lowering herself into a seated position. She curled her tail around her sand-covered paws, water still slowly dripping from her snowy pelt, the peach marking upon her shoulders and forelegs tinged a few shades darker than normal. Eveleen tilted her head slightly to the side, pondering for only a small moment before asking a simple question.
“What’s your name? I’m Eveleen,” she stated, offering her own name in response to her own question, giving the opportunity for a tit-for-tat kind of conversation if the other woman was so inclined.
@Jewel
"Where are you from, if I may ask, lady?" The lioness was curious - wondering if the other would give her more information - not that she was going to go out of her way to hunt down the other feline - but simply to make small talk and enjoy the camaraderie of another's company.
"Speech"
The white pelted woman’s ears twitched at the other’s chuckle, the sound bringing a small smile to her pale lips.”Alive is certainly a fabulous way to greet the day, I will admit.” The other stated. Eveleen nodded her agreeance.”I’m Jewel – it’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Eveleen.” In turn, Eveleen dipped her own head, watching as the other reclined herself. Eveleen was aware of the other woman’s gaze upon her but fretted not about it. She in turn looked at the other curiously, taking in the flow of her ebony pelt, the scars upon her visage and body. The other woman was pretty, no doubt, and their dichotomy interesting to say the least.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, miss Jewel,” Eveleen stated politely.”Where are you from, if I may ask, lady?”
“From farm away from here – really no where in particular. My family moved around a lot, so… Never really considered myself to be from a place. And yourself, miss Jewel?” Eveleen asked, proposing in her own way a bit of a tit-for-tat sort of conversation. If they had to make small talk, might as well make it interesting, correct? Even, even.
@Jewel
Jewel had found that not all 'pride' lions lived within their prides - and she was no exception to the rule. she had spent almost as much time away from Caladan the last few months as she spent inside the territory itself.. So the lioness was sure that she smelled like a rogue for quite a while before they were 'truly' rogues.
"Speech"