Divers, Dive-ins, and Dives

Everything was grey and blue- including himself. He never felt like he had blend into a place so well. Flecks of snow fell around him, some settling on his fur. It was almost impossible to tell which dots were snowflakes and which ones were his white freckles.

It was breathtaking. Who knew skirting around Abaven would be so rewarding? If he hadn't been snooping around the thickets, he wouldn't have found this place. It had taken him a while to climb to the edge of one of the cliffs, but he had been so drawn in by the grey-and-white landscape.

Sure it was dangerous, and yeah, his back left paw was still bleeding a bit from what one slip a while ago, but it was worth it. At the top all the greyness plummeted into a slate, wintery sea. The sky was clouded and almost blended in with the ocean. It was so devoid of bright colors. Everything was just like him.

Ashmedai stood, feeling absorbed in the landscape. He felt like if he lay down, he might melt into the scenery and never be found again. That was a little boring, though. It would be more exciting to get a running start and dive straight into the scenery instead. He might just do that sometime. It was probably too cold now, but maybe in the late summer, he would try it. Surely the water below would break his fall... right?