BELLONA

Not long after her race with Gull the vixen crashes through the birds of his namesake, causing an uproar of squawks and insults as she passes them by. Although it felt good to disturb their peaceful sailing, it had not been her intention to fly in their midst; her eyes had locked on something very shiny far below, and curiosity has replaced the outrage that took hold of the defeated maiden. She even goes as far as to compliment the shore for its beauty. Gods that shore is bright. Well, it’s a compliment in her eyes.

She makes her descent in a rapidly tightening spiral, absorbing the impact with barred legs as her eyes take in the scenery. The wind whips green locks around her head while she surveys the area. A tall thing is standing near where the waves hit the shore. Almost as soon as she has lain her eyes upon it, the chieftess feels that it is her duty to investigate. Lean pillars move confidently through the ocean’s wake as she goes to circle around the object, but just as soon as her head moves past the oaken frame, it is gone. A snort of surprise escapes from its colorful prison. What magic is this?! The confused peahen reels back from where the thing had been, inadvertently crossing an imaginary line that separates invisible foreign object from visible foreign object. Suddenly, the image reappears.

What the fuck is going on? Is this that blazing brute again? Ears lash back against her skull in distaste. Her last meeting with the God had gone rather well, until she had pushed the boundaries a little. In the bird’s opinion, it was he who was missing out, and not the proud vixen who had unknowingly refused one of his gifts. She had been too caught up with teaching the little copycat a lesson, anyway. Not that she ever did anything about that. Not yet.

Her thoughts provide ample distraction in the worst of times, and the vibrant creature dispels her bitter memories with a sharp flick of her head. Orange pools narrow as she does this, for some other object has made it appearance on the beach. And from what the hybrid could guess, it too did not belong here.

Casting a suspicious gaze to the door, the spy mouths, I’m watching you, before approaching the other peculiarity. The shape is more familiar to her this time, and she can easily define it as the jawbone of some unfortunate beast. A dark thought invades her mind. What if that tall thing over there had something to do with the bone before her? Could it have been the door that dealt this beast its untimely death? Better it than me, are her only words on the manner. Might as well make use of it.

Gripping the sun-bleached bone between her teeth, the maiden – who does not flinch from the macabre or gruesome topics of life – returns to the oaken sentry. She had intended to beat down the door with this new weapon of hers, but upon further inspection of the wooden thing she notices a tiny hole upon its surface. Not wasting any time in exploiting this new discovery, the cunning woman positions the jawbone inside the lock, thinking to use it as some sort of key. Given that this is her only tool, the maiden is certain that is as good an attempt as any. Now, with her part done, it is fate’s turn to decide if she is worthy.

{OMG I DELETED MY POST BY ACCIDENT! It is supposed to be in front of Morir's post. D: I feel so silly now.

Bellona grabs the jawbone and fits it into the lock on the door, trying to open it.

Still under 600 words. Seeks a common rougarou companion. Wishlist Denial}

"Talking"