07-24-2018, 11:08 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-size:10pt;font-family:verdana"]It is safe to say that Temulin does not know where she is. She faintly remembers a storm and praying through the list of deities that she hoped would protect her. Tengri, that he might spare her from the storm and Erlik in particular, that he may spare her from his clutches so that she could do his work here.
When she woke up on foreign shores, her fur drenched and feeling as she had swallowed a gallon of water, it seemed her prayers had been answered. Not in the way that she expected or intended but... She was alive. Temulin would be ungrateful to not give thanks for that at the very least, now wouldn't she? Still, her thoughts turn to the land itself, and she must admit that she's unfamiliar with... Well anything. The trees look strange to her, the sea is not one that she finds familiar.
The siamese is, for all intents and purposes, completely and hopelessly lost. She hadn't even intended to still be out on the waves by the time the storm hit - she had even heard it coming! It was like, thousands of whispers on the sea to her. And yet, the sea still swallowed her and spat her out somewhere completely foreign to her.
[abbr=shit]"Suga..."[/abbr] She mutters underneath her breath, scanning around the beach. Her vision is not what it used to be, but she can't spot anyone there either. She can also faintly hear her stomach growling, reminding her that she has no idea how long it's been since she was last on solid ground. With a soft sigh, she starts moving in land to try and find another person to talk to.
Surely they wouldn't hurt a shaman?
When she woke up on foreign shores, her fur drenched and feeling as she had swallowed a gallon of water, it seemed her prayers had been answered. Not in the way that she expected or intended but... She was alive. Temulin would be ungrateful to not give thanks for that at the very least, now wouldn't she? Still, her thoughts turn to the land itself, and she must admit that she's unfamiliar with... Well anything. The trees look strange to her, the sea is not one that she finds familiar.
The siamese is, for all intents and purposes, completely and hopelessly lost. She hadn't even intended to still be out on the waves by the time the storm hit - she had even heard it coming! It was like, thousands of whispers on the sea to her. And yet, the sea still swallowed her and spat her out somewhere completely foreign to her.
[abbr=shit]"Suga..."[/abbr] She mutters underneath her breath, scanning around the beach. Her vision is not what it used to be, but she can't spot anyone there either. She can also faintly hear her stomach growling, reminding her that she has no idea how long it's been since she was last on solid ground. With a soft sigh, she starts moving in land to try and find another person to talk to.
Surely they wouldn't hurt a shaman?