Little Moments

*Dayton* · (This post was last modified: 04-16-2014, 05:35 PM by Dayton.)

The sand was warm beneath his feet, heated by the last flares of the sunset. It seemed to colors seemed to bleed into the water below, casting a dramatic light over everything. Despite the darkening sky, Dayton kept a firm smile plastered on his face. In fact, the boy hadn't stopped smiling since Misha had agreed to be his mate. They had rested here on the beach for most of the day, talking together and sleeping together and doing everything together. Then they had wanted to return home to Tortuga, but the small male had sent Misha ahead on her own and had promised to catch up with her. He had a surprise planned. The walk from Tortuga to this obsidian beach was a long one, and they wouldn't always be able to make the trek. So he wanted to give her a piece of this place, this beautiful beach where they had first met, where they had spent such a picture perfect day.

The earthen colors in his pelt began to shift as the wind raked through his coat. He felt a slight chill that seemed to break him from his trance of love-filled thoughts. He began thinking, not for the first time, if all this happiness could be meant for him. Did he deserve Misha? Did he deserve any of this? How could it be fair at all that there were wolves out in the darkness, scared and alone (as he had been), without somebody to love? The thoughts seemed to carry the wind straight to his bones. He let out a violent shiver, shaking the thoughts away. Just because his life had been broken before didn't mean that he couldn't put it back together again.

Dayton trotted across the dark sand, scattering grains as he went. His amber eyes scanned the beach vigorously, searching for a pretty shell, a dried starfish, anything. Some sort of trinket that could be taken to his love. Something beautiful like her, something to make her happy. Just then, a wisp of dampened air blew near his face. He caught its scent, saturated in a mossy sort of growth. His gaze traveled to the top of a nearby boulder, where he could see the faint glimmer of shallow water. Was there a pool up there? Perhaps he would have better luck searching for trinkets up on that boulder.

The delicate boy began leaping from stone to stone, moving higher and higher. The wind was rougher here, nearly sending the male over the edge multiple times. If only he had a thicker figure. But he pushed on, desperate to find a gift for Misha. Eventually he reached the top, only to find that he was not alone. There was another male here, younger than Dayton, with amethyst eyes and a handsome pelt of dark dancing colors. He stumbled back a step in surprise before regaining the confidence he had built up over these last few days. He wasn't sure if the dark male had noticed him yet, but it was better not to startle him. After all, the young male was standing on the edge of this stone staring into the dying sunset. If he were to jump, his body would tumble dozens of yards to the water, where he could very easily drown.

"Good evening, sir. I didn't realize someone was already here." The russet boy gave an easy, charming smile. Communicating with other wolves was becoming simpler all the time. "Let me know if you wish to be alone, and I will leave."

Walk.
"Talk."
Think.

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