Thread: Stranded [RA + Deepsss]

The Faroe Isles weren't known for their hospitality. North of the Atlantic Ocean, the small collection of unexplored islands were host to a myriad of harsh landscapes, dangerous beasts previously unheard of in modern society, and limited resources. Yet despite the dangers and stacked odds, the lands represented the home of exactly one lost soul. A man who didn't know where he had come from, how he had come to exist in such an unforgiving location. There were of course pieces, shards of memories of when he was a child an explosion, a woman's desperate voice, 'Noah'. None of it honestly made any sense, though it didn't need to. The one and only goal on those islands was survival, and for the greater part of his twenty-six years that was what the man had managed to accomplish. As the way most stories go, the day had started just an any other. The roughly six-foot man growled, his teeth bared as he stared down a massive saber tooth near the coastline. Brandishing only a spear toward the creature, his muscular physique flexed and tensed as anticipated the beast's attack, already planning for his counterattack. With only the spear and a loincloth that barely covered anything there wasn't much room for error, as the various scars across his body would attest to. Alas before their standoff even reached its conclusion both were distracted by the piercing sound of an explosion off in the distance. Flaming debris rained down in the distance, sending the sabertooth into a panic flee back into the jungle as the human held his position and looked on in confusion. He had seen creatures breathe on the island before, but nothing like he was seeing off in the horizon. His instincts told him to run, far and fast, but his curiosity kept him firmly in place. Just barely amidst the plumage of fire and smoke he saw the weirdest looking creature, one unlike he'd ever seen, nosedive straight into the ocean disappearing beneath the waves just as suddenly as it had appeared. Minutes ticked past, and as the flames and smoke began to dissipate the man saw no signs of the mysterious flaming beast. With a grunt, he moved toward the catfish and settled down against the sands, removing the tooth from his spear and worked on skinning the fish. For the briefest moment he looked back out into the ocean. He watched a minute more, but after seeing nothing more than wisps of smoke the thought of the creature left his mind as focused on skinning his catch. He was halfway finished with his catch when debris had begun to wash onto the shore. The initial wave of metal washing ashore caused the man to jump back, eyeing the shards cautiously he moved closer. After a minute staring them down, then poking, he risked getting close enough to actually pick one of the pieces up. Though damp, the metal still felt warm in his hands. Moving it closer to his face, he rotated the piece around then moved it closer and suddenly bit down on it hard. The decision was one he regretted immediately, the shard was immediately hard with the taste of iron and ash, yelling out angrily he threw it back out into the ocean when he noticed something new wash up onto the shore off in the distance. For a moment he stared down the newest creature to wash ashore, this one far larger and apparently still moving. His instincts told him to exercise caution but once more his curiosity got the best of him. Heading over, he stayed just out of range to have fair warning if the newcomer attempted to attack him but still close enough that he could get a decent view. With a loud grunt he called out, wanting to see if he could catch the man's attention.