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Makara · 7/7/2026, 7:47 PM

OOC

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The journey back West felt familiar, as if he were tracking the ghost of his own pawsteps. He recalled a time, many moons ago, when he first awoke on this continent — in this body. His paws had drawn him West then, too ... but 'then' was a different time, with a different family ... a family that he missed very much.

It was with soft recollection and an aching heart that he thought of them: Syrena and Octavius. Huā and Selenite.

A soft sigh slipped past dark lips as he turned his head toward the morning sun. Of course, he knew life was like the tide. It would give, and it would take; such was the cyclical nature of all living things. He had experienced it himself many times. Eventually, all things became as they once were born: a part of the ocean's cycle. But it did not stop his aching heart from missing them.

And being here ... this close to what he once called home ... well, it awakened those memories and those feelings, tearing those scars open as if they were fresh wounds.

"Good morning, Makara."

The voice stirred him from quiet contemplation. The stiffness of his lips softened, eyes brightening as he turned his pink-hued gaze toward Izumi — Empress Izumi. Makara was still adjusting to the proper call and hierarchy of wolves. Halló Izumi. Good morning, he returned with a polite nod of his head. She had been kind, offering them shelter on this island. And an island surrounded by sea, nonetheless.

"I was just looking for you. We have a few things to discuss."

His head would tilt curiously, ears flicking forward as his tail waved gently behind him. Oh! He wondered what she wanted to discuss. The beauty of the island? The unique tide patterns? Did she want to go exploring and look for some good cliffs that would make proper diving spots and ceremonial landmarks? Of course, he'd begin gently, taking a few swaying steps as the heat of the day began to press down from above.

To Πασιθεα, he'd offer her a gentle nod, as if quietly dismissing himself from their pensive morning. He would be back for her before she knew it.

Would you like to walk with me? The dragon's lips would spread into a friendly smile, tail waving just a few paces faster than before.

Welcome Back!

Greetings Stranger!

Queen's Rest

the water dragon