[EVENT] Dead Behemoth

[Arcane]

The corpse of the largest squid any Semacan has ever seen has washed up on Semaca's beaches. The creature is as long as many dragons. For all the wonders we discover- many will remain forever lost beyond our reach.

[EW-NA]

Weyrfolk Lemuel
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Lemuel had been alerted to the squid’s presence, when he first headed out that early morning. Even in the dim light of the pre-dawn, he’d noticed a strange whirling shape over the horizon. Of hundreds of wherries and other opportunistic fauna, all converging in swarms to the beaches. They were always the first messengers of such bountiful finds, and the sheer amount of creatures gathering told him whatever was at the tide line would be sizable.

For a moment, he was in panic. Dropping his gear unceremoniously, Lemuel rushed down the walkways, over rock and across sandbank to get to where the waves crashed and the wherries sounded loudest. When he arrived, the fisherman slowed to a complete stop as his eyes took in the view. Of the massive being from the ocean that had met its resting place.

Tragic as a sight as it was, there was relief filling his chest. A mysterious giant of the unknown depths had perished, but… it wasn’t his. So he took the most minute solace in that. Still, slowly approaching closer to where the waves broke, Lemuel couldn’t help but gaze in awe of the mighty giant.

So impressive was it’s size; he’d never seen the like, and probably never would. It had expired some time ago, with its faded shreds of skin and the extensive damage littering he length of the squid. None of that detracted from the glory it still held, though.

Alas, like most things bound to the ocean it would not last very long. The sky combers and native beach dwellers were already taking their fill of the majestic creature – as was their right. There was lots of work to be done, but Lemuel couldn’t help but take the time to stay and watch it some more.

Wondering what was to be done with the mighty creature. Would it be left to the scavengers, or would Semaca take a fill of it as well? What could they even use of it? Perhaps oil, or the dark ink it housed within, if it were like the smaller varieties he occasionally caught in a net.

Lemuel knew he had chores and responsibilities to get done, but… how he just enjoyed just looking over it. A creature he would never get to see properly, once this day was done, yet he would remember the sight of it until his own last day. That, he was certain of.