This Damn Sand.

*Anzhelika* · 09-16-2014, 10:13 AM

"No one else cares," those were the words that caught her attention, perhaps quite true in the sense that nobody else cared about the dark obsidian sand that lapped at her ankles.

There were many other wolves around that had packs close to this beach, so of course they would be the ones that simply did. not. care. It seemed logical enough to her, but she wasn't one of those wolves that came to the beach nearly daily for this damn sand. No, she would be the one who did care about keeping her pelt free of any debris. She might take his words into consideration, though. To avoid the beach from now on.

Then the male would speak once more, pale ears flicking as she listened to him. "If you don't like the beach, why are you here?"

The words were, honest to Hell, a good damn question. Even the ivory Queen would toss it around her mind a bit, giving it some thought.

"For the scenery, honestly." Her lyrics would be laced with a calm tone, the pale girl flicking her gold and amethyst gaze to the ocean's horizon, the beauty of it all simply breath taking.
"Why are you here?" She would simply ask him in a soft tone, her attention turning back onto the male as she watched him, awaiting his response patiently.

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This Damn Sand.

Anzhelika