The Sea King smiled at the girl who washed up to his beach and brought herself to the meeting. Palms hung overhead, granting some shade from the bright sun. His icy stare on her. “I am Marella, sailor of the sea. What is this place? Where am I? Who are you?” He cleared his throat, giving her a nod before he replied. "Welcome, Marella. I am Aegir. This is island is called Ranjord, the realm is Starfall." He spoke confidently to the woman. She seemed . . . Normal. He had been changed by the waters here, why hadn't she?
A strange cold ran over his body, blowing in from the wind. Someone was here. A brown and white woman stood. “I am Raven, daughter of King Beartooth of Tarben. I’m in need of a pack, I will gladly be a warrior for your pack. I was raised a protector of Tarben lands.” He nodded at the woman, but the name stuck out to him - Beartooth. Could this be? He never met his father, but he was told much of him. She looked almost identical to the stories of his father, with white brindling setting them apart. "Welcome, Raven." Was all he spoke for the moment as another woman entered the clearing. A small smile presented on his face, all women huh? “My name is Émilie, of the Pack of the Waxing Moon. I come in peace, searching for two outlaws from my pack. What might this place be?”
His brows raised at the newest woman, going by Emilie. "Well, Emilie. We do not house any outlaws, by my knowing. Nor do we have any allies to packs yet. I don't know of the pack called Waxing Moon, this is Ranjord. Being this is only our first meeting, it's only for those who will be proud to assume Ranjord as their home, and follow my lead as King." He spoke, a serious tone in his voice. Should she stay or go would be left to her now. "For everyone in Ranjord, my name is Aegir. I am the long lost, first son of Beartooth. While I do not know him personally, I know of him. His tyrant like behaviors. I have no reason to want to know him, nor do I wish to be like him." He spoke, his icy blue eyes looking to Raven. "You are all welcome, accepted and cherished in Ranjord. We will be a pack of the sea, with no quarrel among the other packs. Any issues made by anyone with another pack will result in banishment. Any who take anothers life will be banished, if not killed themselves. I also will not allow petty squabbling with each other. Am I understood?"
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"We can still survive . . ."
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