thursday night

smothered, that's how to call him. cascading water trickles down his ebony form, finding the creases in between his joints and fibers as he makes his way away from the waterbed. in hand - the days catch some sort of fish smaller than his snout. he sat in between his teeth, ever so wiggling still as his torn lip drug up around it and exposed the pink of his fleshy gum. he found himself back at the small encove, from where the high tide lapped at the reflective moon-stone and he had found himself settling for the day. enjoying the smell of seaweeds and the salt spray - the sand critters and the birds coughing overhead. " پرنده" hushed, a summoning whisper that was answered with the fluttering of feathers and the addition noise of someone moving in the sand behind him before he turned to place his hind-end against the moon-stone. Dropping the fish beneath his feet, and an eye squinting as if questioning as Vidvan took another step forward. Daring, for such a bird. Daring, for the man, stood broad near the creature. As if waiting for him to test his bravery, another man would call it stupiditiy.