Without a Sound

    It's dark. Eerily so, the moon in the sky was not full enough to provide any sufficient light for this hour of the eve, barely even gracing the waters below with a reflection. Almost as if hiding, though there were no clouds, the moons' shyness getting the better of it, refusing to bless the land below for that which would seek comfort in its light. A mild breeze accompanied the poorly lit night, blowing in tandem with the gentle waves of the ocean, at least by the perspective of someone who hadn't seen an ocean before. The high tide brought about slightly less gentle waves, restricting the availability of the beach to outsiders, selfishly trying to devour the land and drown it in salt water. Fortunately enough, a decent amount of sandy earth was still accessible to strangers, allowing just enough room to enjoy the night in the comfort of the oceanic breeze. If not for the seasonal temperature, it would almost be too cool to enjoy, but the night had blessed her inhabitants with temperatures almost too fair to be believable.

    A particular soul made himself present to enjoy this night, and the musings about the setting originated from someone who had shrouded himself near the edge of the water. A small figure almost undetectable, save for a glint or barely visible silver, strolled along the waters edge, playfully judging where each wave would end, wondering if the next wave would wash over his paws, or if he would remain just out of reach yet again. Normally, in the presence of daylight, or other living beings, acting in such a way would be completely out of the question, far too composed to be seen playing with water. But something about the darkness of this particular night, and the enjoyment of solitude had Seishin in more of a fair mood than usual. It was still baffling to him to be finding enjoyment in something so childish, and the further thoughts distracted him long enough to keep him from noticing a stray wave washing over his paws.

    Slightly disgusted by both the facts he enjoyed his little game, and that he'd lost slowly washed the mood away from him, instead taking a few more steps up the beach to ensure the rest of him would remain dry, rather than continue dodging the waves. He seated himself facing the ocean, his brightly colored eyes fixated on the dark, barely visible waters rolling towards him at first, and then on the sky above. He squinted slightly, trying to spot out the tiny sliver of moon in the sky, dimly lit similarly to the stars it shared the sky with. Silently thanking it for not being brighter, and for allowing him a night of peace, while he took a break from familiarizing himself with the land of Alacritis. At this point, he was unsure if he had merely been sneaky, not encountering any other wolves, or if the land itself just wasn't inhabited. Either way, he was alone, and glad of the fact.