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Who: Pyunma and anyone
Where: The island.
When: The afternoon of the 8th
Style: Either
Status: Open.
Pyunma had meant to come up to examine the island ever since he'd learned of it. First, however, his attention had been focused on learning his way around Vatheon itself, the streets and the buildings and the natives. Then, in the midst of that, the curse had begun, which was a whole new level of distraction. Although it had left him just chilly, rather than frozen, the times when he had gone out hadn't led to much progress on learning about the city that was apparently his new home for as long as his captors deemed fit.
But today, with the curse ended and the city explored to his satisfaction, Pyunma had come up to the island with the intent of scouting it out in the best way he was able. In other words, the moment he got to the beach, he made his way straight to the water, and continued in until he was submerged. When he opened his eyes, the salt water didn't sting them. Then he opened his mouth to let the air rush out and the water rush in, and with a kick, pushed himself out deeper, to where the waves wouldn't tug at him.
Swimming the waters around the city and tracing the barrier took longer than he had expected, due to a close encounter with the territorial Mosasaur. The struggle that resulted had left him more concerned with the more concerned with the potential threats in the water behind him than anyone who might have been on the beach, which meant he didn't pay attention to the way his lack of shirt exposed the silvery scaled covering on his arms and chest as he made his way back to the beach.
Where: The island.
When: The afternoon of the 8th
Style: Either
Status: Open.
Pyunma had meant to come up to examine the island ever since he'd learned of it. First, however, his attention had been focused on learning his way around Vatheon itself, the streets and the buildings and the natives. Then, in the midst of that, the curse had begun, which was a whole new level of distraction. Although it had left him just chilly, rather than frozen, the times when he had gone out hadn't led to much progress on learning about the city that was apparently his new home for as long as his captors deemed fit.
But today, with the curse ended and the city explored to his satisfaction, Pyunma had come up to the island with the intent of scouting it out in the best way he was able. In other words, the moment he got to the beach, he made his way straight to the water, and continued in until he was submerged. When he opened his eyes, the salt water didn't sting them. Then he opened his mouth to let the air rush out and the water rush in, and with a kick, pushed himself out deeper, to where the waves wouldn't tug at him.
Swimming the waters around the city and tracing the barrier took longer than he had expected, due to a close encounter with the territorial Mosasaur. The struggle that resulted had left him more concerned with the more concerned with the potential threats in the water behind him than anyone who might have been on the beach, which meant he didn't pay attention to the way his lack of shirt exposed the silvery scaled covering on his arms and chest as he made his way back to the beach.
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