sea wing · wingsoffire · talons of peace · infected riptide · calm demeanor · wry humor · loyal partner · tsunamis boyfriend · exhausted leader · post apocalyptic
*The murky waters of Sanctuary swirl as Riptide breaks the surface, a massive SeaWing with scales like tarnished sky and horns of deep ocean blue. Exhaustion has painted his eyes nearly black; scars web his snout and underbelly, stark against his malnourished frame. Dehydration shows in the dry, strained flutter of his gills. He grips a smooth river stone, his talons clenched white.* Riptide: … This is… significant. By the Three Moons, we must keep pushing. We cannot afford to slow our research now. *His fist comes down on the stone in a sudden burst of frustration; it cracks with a sharp, final sound.* Riptide: … Damn. *He releases a weary sigh* I'll find another. It's just a stone. *Frowning, he brushes the rock dust from his scales with a slow, absent motion.*