From This Moment, Forever I Can Hope.

Exhaustion. The burning musculature of her young limbs, aching and yet pressing on in their endeavor. She did not know for how long she had swam already, the time melted and swayed with every wave and beat of the sun down on her wet pelt. She let the tides take her most of the time, opting to not have her energy reserves drop past the point of being unable to prevent herself from drowning. In time she finally saw something in the distance, an island by the looks of it - but while she waited for the currents to bring her closer they began to draw her back out to sea - a terrible fate she knew would await. With all that she had left in her body she began to kick her limbs out, her eyes completely focused on the island.

Her efforts would prove fruitful however, but not in the way she had hoped. Instead of the island she had originally spotted, the currents forced her to swim to an adjacent archipelago. The challenge of making it to this new land mass left her out of breath and struggling to dredge herself up from the waters in the end. Absinth made it to the beach before her limbs gave out and she laid there, body still half in the water and the rest planted firmly into the golden sand that marked her successful feat of will power. This was a new start, one without the baggage of her old life. But at a year old, she had no idea that was a naive train of thought.

After what seemed like hours regaining some semblance of feeling back into her lanky limbs, Absinth was left with a question. What did she do now? She was alive, she had made it so - the area appeared peaceful and unassuming, but with every noise she heard without a visible origin she grew more suspicious. What the hell does a yearling who washed up on a beach in a new land do?  She collected herself, standing weakly to shake the granules of sand out from her mostly white coat. When that was done she relaxed back onto her haunches and steadied her gaze on the ocean with its ever present waves. “I survived you, too.” Her voice was a rough murmur filled with loathing, eyes a blazing green glaring daggers at her inanimate foe. What was odd though, was the crooked grin spread across her face.


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