I'M NO PIRATE

*Crucifix* · (This post was last modified: 05-05-2014, 09:34 PM by Crucifix.)

Recently the thoughts of Crucifix where not entirely his own. Feeling oddly bewitched and uncertain of himself, a first for the confident and dark shaded boy his pacing of the Alacritis lands would be done so with a moody difference displayed in the stalking prowl of his exterior. He loved the fresh beach air, the soft flow of sunshine that brought a new life to the shimmering mirage of blue that stretched for endless reaches far beyond. It had been at a beach that he had chased the falling sun and met Day for the first time, Day who had quickly progressed to being his closest friend and a strange confident who he felt he could easily share his troubles with.

The boy had been a surprisingly good listener, and Cru had spoken more then had been his intent. He longed for that now, that easy way his words had come and explained away his life in the presence of that boy. It certainly would have been useful now as his crowded thoughts demanded attention and reminders of Othello. His prowling steps to the sea where taken in a careless stride and a lack of attention that almost had him missing the others that had already found their way here. But an oddly familiar voice would call out and his eyes would move from their pondered and downcast state to flick up and find the wolf who had spoken. As they fell upon the lithe brown form a smile would outstretch his muzzle. Anais! A bit of puppy excitement might be just what he needed right now. He would move ever forward, only stilling a few good strides from her and realising with a start that her speech hadn't been idle and to to herself. His gaze had found the other wolf, splashing and thumping through the waves in a desperate and comical attempt to... fish. He would still laughter as he came up beside Anais and watched the fisher beside her.

"words"

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