Queen of the Sea RP Contest

[Ruhane Chiisai]

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✖ ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ :: Ruhane Chiisai
✖ ᴠᴀʀsʏᴛʜᴇ's ɴᴀᴍᴇ :: Suisei
✖ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ :: Female
✖ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ :: Vileclaw
✖ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ :: Fluid
✖ ᴄʟᴀss :: Herald

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✖ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ :: Suisei does her best to move with the flow, whenever possible. Although she tries to think ahead, she has her own flaws, and can often come off as a bit of a tyrant. Really, she just wants to display a heavy enough paw to keep unruly wolves in their place. This doesn't mean she doesn't prize disobedience in the name of the pack, or in the quest to further one's own status among the pack. She does appreciate initiative... But you not only have to get past the wolf you're trying to take the position of, but most likely a disapproving stare, while providing a verbal self-defense. Good luck with that.
✖ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ? :: Fully plan on trying. Even kinda have a concept going so far.

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✖ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ :: The abhorrent rage of the ocean was shocking to you: one moment you were gliding along, and the next the waters rose, dragging you inland on a rogue wave that tumbled you end-over-end, the cold strong fingers of undertows and harsh currents yanking you around. In a panic, you tried to at least guide your impossibly-fast arrival towards the shoreline, but were knocked unconscious when you collided head-first with an uprooted tree. You've just awoken, in a strange and unfamiliar land, and you've sustained minor injuries from the tidal wave breaking over the terrain. And although this place is completely alien to you, you feel a pulling, a sense of purpose drawing you further inland.
What is it you seek, and how do you adapt to the drastic change of environment?

✖ ᴇɴᴛʀʏ :: I've never seen such a thing. My daily excercise against the deep ocean current not far from home was the perfect place to work with my strength and just... Think. I thought little of the wibbles in the flow when I arrived this morning; I should have paid more attention.

The blue wolf groaned as she picked herself up, slowly. She froze when she did not have the aid of the water, and glanced down at the brittle branches holding her up off the rapids that had formed over debris below. She blinked down the rapids at it, counting branches, rocks, and noting a significant difference in the distance between air and land on the edges of the water and in the middle. This river was massively swolen; there was no way it was normally supposed to look like that!

Her sea-greens rose and trailed over a wash of mutilated trees dripping with saltwater from the ocean, noting the wild in plants that weren't used to so much... water. Her eyes caught on a small form to one side and she glanced down at the tree beneath her again, carefully positioning her paws so she could get off a jump from it before they snapped under her weight. She landed gracefully enough, but felt her tail smack the earth hard behind her. She winced, glancing back at the recently-heavy appendage, and weaved it through the awkward new gravity of the world. She looked back at the river and saw many splits, just in sight. She'd never find her way back to the ocean that way, and... And something told her she shouldn't try.

She shook her head and moved forward, ears perked under her crown to that small form she'd seen. It didn't get any bigger as she approached it, and she was sure it was breathing; the fur moved like it was water-touched. "Oi." She barked, and waited a moment. There was no response, and while she waited, her eyes glanced a little closer tot he water to catch two more small frames, much like this one. Curiousity piqued, she slowly moved forward again, poking at the tiny form with one lax paw. "Oi! Get up!" She moved around its head when it didn't respond and slowly tilted the small maw with one paw. The little antennae which had once held a developing bulb was frayed at the edge, and the small form was coated in various other injuries. It took a moment for dawn to alight in her eyes before she backed away from the youth, horrified.

She cast a glance in either direction, unnerved. One of her own kind had just lost most, if not all, of their litter. Images of the wolves who had shared her home drifted over her mind, and she shook her head, staring at the lifeless frames once more. The moment seemed to take forever, before she let her rump succomb to the gravity and lifted her muzzle. The long, low echo of a howl was somehow haunting out of the water. It no longer sounded like whalesong, but more like it belonged to the fur she embodied. She let the song end and stood over the pups a little longer, speaking a prayer that whoever ruled over the land might lead them to a brighter after-tide.

Finally, she stood and turned, but she couldn't chase the images from her mind. She had to find some of her own. She had to get a pack together, for defense, for family.... for hope. She heard howls off in the distance, and a voice.... One that she could hardly understand; it was foreign to her how it was delivered. It seemed to indicate a specific location as 'safe'. Glancing back at the river, Suisei wondered if anything was safe anymore, and shook her mind free of that useless thought. She would go... wherever this place was. More of the finned denizens; those who shared her displacement, they would surely go there as well; a school or a pack, didn't matter what you called it, life was safer in numbers, especially on foreign territory.

WHile thinking, she felt water crawling over her pads and glared back at it as it swallowed the pups' bodies, swelling again. She couldn't stay here, anymore... Out of habit, she spread her wings and ran, tail swaying behind her with small motions. She tilted her wings as if to turn and felt the ground pulled out from under her paws before making an ungraceful landing. She sat up, rubbing her nose, and stared at the fins, her head at a tilt. She tested them for a few minutes, descovering that, while too much force made them fold dangerously in the webs, they did offer some resistance to the wind. Curiously, she glanced around, finding one of the trees that hadn't been destroyed yet, and jumped up against it's bark, twisting in the air to spread her wings and land a short distance away. She tested the wings again and grinned, deciding she'd find a way for her tail to be of use later, since it was no longer a swimming implement.

It may not be enough for long distances... but it may be enough to skip over some dangers if necessary... With that, she glanced towards the terrain the howl had suggested; mountains. They weren't foreign to her; the ocean had them. Had whole ranges of them. Although, which she was heading to... That would be a more difficult choice, for certain. She would find more of hers. She would find others to join her, and she would build anew, if she could not return to the old. If mistress ocean will have me no more, perhaps the lord of the Soil has some plans for me. She grinned.

She threw her head skyward again, howling out a message to the earth. I suppose it will be told in time if our plans are compatible. I am here, Lord Soil, and the waters do not want me anymore, so I am here to Stay. And with that, she was off, pelting across the land. She leapt up onto boulders when they were available, to torment herself with practice of her wings, eager to acquaint herself with any powers she might have over the beasts native to her new home.

✖ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :: Suisei plans to build a mixed pack of all wolves that will follow her, and will have her own set of rules that may vary slightly from the shop's traditional ruleset. As she is fresh from the ocean and free of any bias, she worships neither the white alpha nor the outcast Omega, and for now will refer to the mother, mistress, or lady ocean and lord soil. So... a little weird.