The water so black that the darkness hummed
Maru has no real love or concern for the mouth-breathers affected by the eruption, but he still cherishes all forms of life and creation ushered into existence by Rae. As such he cannot help but to patrol the edges of the ocean, dark eyes sweeping through sunlit shallow waters for any stragglers or displaced citizens. The lighthouse is a common safe zone, a literal beacon of hope. Though its light is not on display with the sun overhead, the rocky outcrop beneath it has held it for time immemorial. Were he a land-walker, Maru would be inclined to shelter upon its stalwart surface.
Hauling himself upon the rocky shores, the merman gazes out stoically over the horizon, searching for any movement or presence of life before he will move on to find others and ascertain the current events of Torchline.
Hauling himself upon the rocky shores, the merman gazes out stoically over the horizon, searching for any movement or presence of life before he will move on to find others and ascertain the current events of Torchline.
Maru
