Call Me Crazy, But...

*Gideon* · 02-18-2017, 06:28 PM

Gideon awoke, stiff as a board. He'd found somewhere to sleep, alright... It might not have been the most comfortable, but he had put up with it just fine. A bit of driftwood had jammed up in the beach, the sand building behind it and leaving a depression of sorts in it's wake. It was hardly secure, but after a bit of digging it was out of the wind and snug. He'd awoken the the sound of crashing waves and gentle sea breezes...

... And seagulls.

Their raucous calls pierced the morning air, as well as his ear drums. Grumbling, he heaved himself upwards and slunk out of his makeshift den, rounding the pile of driftwood and glaring at the shore where the villainous birds flocked. Ah, well then, he thought, making quick work of the scene. A dead seal had washed up in the night, and they were feasting upon it.

Gideon charged the kill, more out of spite than genuine interest. The birds scattered as he let loose a savage, rambling snarl. The seal itself was already well mangled, and rotten. The stench of it was almost too repulsive to bear. No, this was certainly no feast for him... That didn't mean it could be a meal for those blasted birds either. He circled it with a mean eye, promising a quick end to he birds which lurked just on the edge of his reach, squawking in frustration.

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