what a life

The beach was such a queer thing to one such as Ammon. Unfamiliar in it's texture and function he shambled on. Thick particles of sand sucked to his wide toes, clinging fervently to every nook and cranny. Onyx kissers mutilating into a frown of disdain that passed over quickly. Swiftly, the male turned his good eye to observe his surroundings.

Within a few minutes he found himself encroaching upon the space around another soul. One who was dark in colour as he, he mused if her outside darkness infected her inside as his darkness did. A wicked flicker flashed in his eye for only a moment as he wandered forward. " Ciao, cara " Rich Italian tunes, floated smoothly through the air. The sought out to fall upon the woman's dark ears. The faintest hint of a devilishly handsome smirk upon his maw.
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