Sunrise
01-16-2016, 09:33 PM
After the sting of the rising sun abated and Basileus had taken a moment to clear his eyes he made his way down the front of the sand dune. The movement of the sand underfoot was unfamiliar to him so the going was slow. The ocean and all it entailed was a novelty. The biggest body of water he'd ever seen before chancing upon the ocean was a lake and while it was big, he'd been able to wrap his head around the size of it by slowly making his way around it. He'd been able to see edges, to glimpse the other side. But this? The ocean seemed to go on forever. After reaching the carcass Basileus picked his way around to the belly and, after stepping up onto a flipper, dug in. He was up to his forehead in meat when an unfamiliar voice rang out. The rhythmic crashing of the waves and the blubber cushioning his ears had all but deafened him to what was going on around him. For the first time in a very long time Basileus visibly started. The deep voice, the suddenness of it, it was too much to spring on a guy like him. The movement aggressive, Basileus spun to face the speaker. It wasn't until he was about halfway around that he realized the stranger's voice was laced with good humor and while he was quick to recover and adopt some semblance of civility before he locked eyes on the man, the moment he did so he was surprised yet again. As if drawn by magnets his gaze immediately locked onto the stranger's very large teeth. In an instant they were on his crimson eyes, the reaction a mix of polite restraint and veiled alarm as he tried to understand what he was seeing and whether or not he was in danger. Where Basileus was from there was a certain uniformity to the people. There were no vibrant colors, no mutations. Never had he seen such an unusual man. He had been spoken to and the tone had been friendly. Seeing as the strange man didn't immediately launch an attack Basileus decided to play it cool and test the waters a bit. He was still wary and while he quickly adopted and gave off the outward appearance of casual confidence, inside he was on edge and very indecisive. "I'm sorry," he said, the words heavily accented and obviously unfamiliar on his lips, "My...eh, english is no good." |