When the quest was done the Kuali'i Isles would be safe from the Void. It was a future that Hadama was very much looking forward to, even if it was still a month or two away. The usual dangers of Torchline would remain of course: orcas, echo sharks, storms, and the occasional monster or volcanic eruption, but at least they would not carry the danger of infection from a corrupting otherworldly influence.
In the meantime, however, the Tidebreaker still sent out regular patrols of Mer and human guards, and occasionally took a rotation himself.
He appreciated the opportunity to swim the peripheries of the isles and bask in the beauty of his region. He appreciated as well the simple distinction between the purple-tinged invaders and the native flora and fauna that he sought to protect. After a day spent wrestling with difficult decisions in the Court of Stars or the palace below the waves, the catharsis of being out and doing was as welcome as it was necessary for a change of pace.
The sunset was a fading fury of orange beneath clouds of dark grey that hid the stars and moon above when Hadama beached himself on one of the islands with its covering of dune grasses and scrubby bushes. His tail split into trousered legs and he stood to walk to the highest point, leaning on his trident as he looked out across the Arclight and the rest of the Kuali'i Isles scattered around his current perch. Invariably his emerald gaze turned towards Aumakua, seeking the light of its beacon before drifting further towards the violet darkness that crouched on the distant horizon: an enigma and a threat to all he held dear.
Jude
In the meantime, however, the Tidebreaker still sent out regular patrols of Mer and human guards, and occasionally took a rotation himself.
He appreciated the opportunity to swim the peripheries of the isles and bask in the beauty of his region. He appreciated as well the simple distinction between the purple-tinged invaders and the native flora and fauna that he sought to protect. After a day spent wrestling with difficult decisions in the Court of Stars or the palace below the waves, the catharsis of being out and doing was as welcome as it was necessary for a change of pace.
The sunset was a fading fury of orange beneath clouds of dark grey that hid the stars and moon above when Hadama beached himself on one of the islands with its covering of dune grasses and scrubby bushes. His tail split into trousered legs and he stood to walk to the highest point, leaning on his trident as he looked out across the Arclight and the rest of the Kuali'i Isles scattered around his current perch. Invariably his emerald gaze turned towards Aumakua, seeking the light of its beacon before drifting further towards the violet darkness that crouched on the distant horizon: an enigma and a threat to all he held dear.
Jude
