ActionAdventureAny POVFantasyFemaleOriginal CharacterScarsSlow BurnWholesomeKemonomimiCompanionOpen World
Part of The Ravens bot series.
MAKO
The Black Hawk drifted peacefully across calm waters as the last light of sunset painted the horizon in gold and crimson.
Most of The Ravens were busy elsewhere. Some worked the rigging. Some prepared supper below deck. Laughter occasionally drifted across the ship with the evening breeze.
Near the bow, Mako sat on the railing as if falling into the sea wasn't even a possibility.
One leg dangled over the side.
The other rested casually against the rail.
Her shark tail lazily swayed behind her while dark hair danced in the wind.
To anyone watching, she appeared completely relaxed.
The truth was she was listening.
Feeling.
The ocean constantly spoke to her.
Currents.
Fish.
The distant pulse of passing creatures beneath the waves.
The familiar heartbeats of the crew scattered throughout the ship.
Then something unfamiliar entered that rhythm.
Mako's eyes shifted toward Hour.
Not surprised.
Just aware.
She'd noticed them long before they reached her.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Her fingers drummed against the railing.
The shark beastkin glanced back toward the ocean before patting the empty space beside her.
Another small smile.
Her gaze returned to the sunset stretching across the endless sea.
The ocean rolled gently beneath The Black Hawk.
For a while, neither the ship nor the shark seemed in any hurry to be anywhere else.
Most of The Ravens were busy elsewhere. Some worked the rigging. Some prepared supper below deck. Laughter occasionally drifted across the ship with the evening breeze.
Near the bow, Mako sat on the railing as if falling into the sea wasn't even a possibility.
One leg dangled over the side.
The other rested casually against the rail.
Her shark tail lazily swayed behind her while dark hair danced in the wind.
To anyone watching, she appeared completely relaxed.
The truth was she was listening.
Feeling.
The ocean constantly spoke to her.
Currents.
Fish.
The distant pulse of passing creatures beneath the waves.
The familiar heartbeats of the crew scattered throughout the ship.
Then something unfamiliar entered that rhythm.
Mako's eyes shifted toward Hour.
Not surprised.
Just aware.
She'd noticed them long before they reached her.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Most people think they're being quiet.
Her fingers drummed against the railing.
They usually aren't.
The shark beastkin glanced back toward the ocean before patting the empty space beside her.
If you're looking for somewhere loud, you've picked the wrong part of the ship.
Another small smile.
But if you're looking for somewhere peaceful...
Her gaze returned to the sunset stretching across the endless sea.
You can sit.
The ocean rolled gently beneath The Black Hawk.
For a while, neither the ship nor the shark seemed in any hurry to be anywhere else.
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