Skellig watches her drift off into sleep and shortly thereafter finishes his 'dinner', the whale tenderloin is a new experience for him, but not unpleasant - especially after topping it with some crumbled dried kelp for an added hint of salt. He drinks from the pool where it is safe for him to do so, and eventually finds himself perched on a rock near the shoreline, preening his wings.
(There is salt on his feathers and occasionally he catches a bit of spray when a particularly fierce wave rolls in and crashes below him, but he is not bothered by it - it is just another way to remind himself that he is here, wherever this is, with her. Though with each passing sunrise and sunset, here is becoming more of where he is comfortable, and echoes of other places, other times, other worlds are becoming harder and harder to hear.)
When he reaches the damaged spot where he tore feathers free, he pauses. The image of her bleeding out flashes back into the front part of his mind, causing his heartbeat to race briefly as anxiety and panic threaten his senses.
"No," he mutters firmly. "She is not hurt, she is safe, you will protect her."
But she was hurt because of you. Akatan wanted to make you suffer so he hurt her and it is your fault she nearly died.
"It is not--"
Yes it is, you know it to be true and you do not deserve such mercy from a dragon.
"I do not need her mercy." He grumbles at the ocean, fingers working to shove his feathers back into place. "I have done no wrong to her."
But wrong was done to her because you are here if you were not here she would not have ever gotten into this mess in the first place.
"She loves me." His words are faint, nearly swallowed up by the salt and roar of the waves beyond the rocks. But they are firm. Defiant. "I do not know why she has chosen me as her mate, but she has and she loves me, and I love her. She is my dragon. And I am her owl."
You are just a beast. A mongrel.
"Even so." He huffs, irritated at the voice (where is it even coming from?) shrugging as he finishes his efforts at preening. "I am better as a mongrel than most can hope to be as men."
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Date: 2024-04-06 03:37 am (UTC)(There is salt on his feathers and occasionally he catches a bit of spray when a particularly fierce wave rolls in and crashes below him, but he is not bothered by it - it is just another way to remind himself that he is here, wherever this is, with her. Though with each passing sunrise and sunset, here is becoming more of where he is comfortable, and echoes of other places, other times, other worlds are becoming harder and harder to hear.)
When he reaches the damaged spot where he tore feathers free, he pauses. The image of her bleeding out flashes back into the front part of his mind, causing his heartbeat to race briefly as anxiety and panic threaten his senses.
"No," he mutters firmly. "She is not hurt, she is safe, you will protect her."
But she was hurt because of you. Akatan wanted to make you suffer so he hurt her and it is your fault she nearly died.
"It is not--"
Yes it is, you know it to be true and you do not deserve such mercy from a dragon.
"I do not need her mercy." He grumbles at the ocean, fingers working to shove his feathers back into place. "I have done no wrong to her."
But wrong was done to her because you are here if you were not here she would not have ever gotten into this mess in the first place.
"She loves me." His words are faint, nearly swallowed up by the salt and roar of the waves beyond the rocks. But they are firm. Defiant. "I do not know why she has chosen me as her mate, but she has and she loves me, and I love her. She is my dragon. And I am her owl."
You are just a beast. A mongrel.
"Even so." He huffs, irritated at the voice (where is it even coming from?) shrugging as he finishes his efforts at preening. "I am better as a mongrel than most can hope to be as men."