Late night stroll
12-15-2017, 01:14 PM
What better to do at night than to wander across the continent? The man had so far avoided too much interaction, which he was eternally grateful for. If he could continue not seeing anyone and living in peace it would be a dream come true for the ghastly apparition. Permanently toothy countenance holding an unreadable expression, the man lifted his skull to scan the land spread out before him, taking a soft breath. Admiring the shimmering silver sands that seemed to stretch on til they reached out to touch the moon above, Lerato wondered why no one seemed to live here. Sure it'd been a bit of a workout to swim all the way out here, but it was simply breathtaking.
The brown and white man strolled along the shore, letting the ocean's gentle waves lap at his paws as he'd tread the line between water and land. Every so often he'd feel pain around his mouth as though the extensive scarring he bore were fresh as the day he received them, the ghostly pain ripping through him to his unconscious mind till he could no longer escape in slumber and was forced to awaken. On nights like this he'd find himself wandering, hoping to outrun the horrible sensation. As the man walked this moonlit midnight hour a frigid wind ran through his fur, trying to seek out the skin beneath his coat, making the man wonder if it was the product of the ocean or if winters breath was trying to find him even here where the air was warm and tropical. Ceasing his endless march in order to cast his silver gave out to sea, Lerato wondered how long his peace might last.
The brown and white man strolled along the shore, letting the ocean's gentle waves lap at his paws as he'd tread the line between water and land. Every so often he'd feel pain around his mouth as though the extensive scarring he bore were fresh as the day he received them, the ghostly pain ripping through him to his unconscious mind till he could no longer escape in slumber and was forced to awaken. On nights like this he'd find himself wandering, hoping to outrun the horrible sensation. As the man walked this moonlit midnight hour a frigid wind ran through his fur, trying to seek out the skin beneath his coat, making the man wonder if it was the product of the ocean or if winters breath was trying to find him even here where the air was warm and tropical. Ceasing his endless march in order to cast his silver gave out to sea, Lerato wondered how long his peace might last.