If Today Was Your Last Day
04-11-2014, 03:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-11-2014, 03:30 PM by Crucifix.)
The sky would be a reminder of the summer now gone, with its constant stream of light it was warm against the back of the black sand and shone in brilliance against the surface of the sea. It would be here that the steps of the dark brute would tread. It was a course for the heavy stains of black that took hold of his upper surface, not fading to white until the socks that stood against his legs. The large brute would let out a sigh, feeling the heat of it soak into him until the cool wind that blew off the sea was a mercy. He had thought he was alone, and his expression did not bother to hide the conflict that kept his paws moving. It would be a long trek against the hot beach before he would find himself in the secluded branch that a fawny brute would favour. With the breeze that pushed off the ocean in swirls of salty freshness, it would not be the scent that would first alert him to the presence of the other. This time it would be sight, as his eyes would find the shape staring out at the ocean at the end of a jetty. He would look again to see what had caught his attention and see the faint outline of shapes playing in the ocean. Without stilling his steps he would find himself also walking down the jetty where the other sat. ?Its a good view you've got here? he would say as he approached the other. "My sounds""My Soul" |
