time

Purposely he had strayed well outside of Seracia's bounds. Tail hung limply behind him, russet mingled with russet as hips and shoulders rolled and swayed while he went. Not a smile or simper tugged at his lips, but something more serious, more discerning. He'd let loose a cry for his wife, and when he was sure she would have heard him he had left, hopefully drawing her after him. His stride was uncertain, his bodice unkempt. The life he had always dreamed of was not what he imagined it would be. It was time for a change. It was time for a discussion with his wife. He tossed his chin back and over his shoulder, glancing behind him for her figure as he slowed his pace to a standstill. The water licked at his hocks, cool and crisp and salty. The beach was blackened with sand that glistened though not all of it was wet - shining and shimmering like a thousand diamonds of the deepest ebony. It gleamed up at him, darkening his features and casting a shadow upon his face. "We need to talk," he uttered, not entirely sure she was there yet - but speaking anyway in the off chance that she was.


"Speech,"