ever since i could remember
10-27-2014, 09:47 PM
The petite dove meandered along the beach, her tiny paws splashing imperceptibly through the waves as they lapped at the shore. Constantly at war, the sand and the ocean. One wanted to consume the other, but they were equally matched here. A small crab was busily scuttling out of the water, shell still glistening with the ocean's salty water. She plodded after it, creeping along to follow it's seemly random course up the beach. It had to go around rocks that stuck up in the sand, until it stopped at the rotting carcass of a fish washed up on the shore from high tide. It started picking at the remains, and the ashen girl crouched down behind it, amber optics fixed upon the tiny creature while her head rested on her paws. What a strange little creature, skittering along without any notice of the potential danger that stalked it.
The dark tip of her tail swished across the sand, long lashes brushing her soft cheekbones so every time she blinked. Eventually, the little crab became bored with it's meal, abandoning it in favour of the sea that must be calling to it. Did the ocean have a song? One she could not hear with her wolf ears? Did the little crustacean hear a call from the sea that she could not? Was the Goddess calling him back to his home so he would be safe from the big bad wolf who followed him so closely? Maybe she was, and that was probably a good thing. What if she accidentally stepped on this curious little creature? That would be awful, because she hadn't intended to eat this little crab.
She followed it back to the sea, splashing through the waves after her quarry until she could no longer see it. The little crab was safely home, and the curly pelted lass was now elbow deep in the lulling waves of the familiar coast. Her whiskey coloured eyes fell shut. Maybe she did feel the call of the sea. The manatee's, her friends from the sea, had called to her since she found them. Maybe they were the part of the sea that drew her back to the coastline so often, though not always to the same place. The pixie was overdue to visit her aquatic friends, who were no doubt ready to migrate somewhere warmer as the weather grew colder. They would go further inland, as they had last year. There, they would give birth to their wee little sea pups and wait for the coast to warm again.
While she thought about the moss covered beasts who she frequently checked up on, she nearly missed the scent borne by the shifting breeze. Her blood went cold. That was a new scent. It smelled like the North winds that sometimes found her on the seaside. She prayed they were just passing by, that they wouldn't see her. The monsters didn't want her, did they? Long legs carried her off at full tilt for the safety of the brush, paws thudding in the sand and kicking it up in her wake. Maybe they wouldn't see her trail, and they wouldn't eat her. Did they eat women? Hopefully not. She hunkered down behind a thicket of brambles, burying herself in the thorny foliage and peering through the leaves. Maybe she could watch the northern beast without it seeing her?
The dark tip of her tail swished across the sand, long lashes brushing her soft cheekbones so every time she blinked. Eventually, the little crab became bored with it's meal, abandoning it in favour of the sea that must be calling to it. Did the ocean have a song? One she could not hear with her wolf ears? Did the little crustacean hear a call from the sea that she could not? Was the Goddess calling him back to his home so he would be safe from the big bad wolf who followed him so closely? Maybe she was, and that was probably a good thing. What if she accidentally stepped on this curious little creature? That would be awful, because she hadn't intended to eat this little crab.
She followed it back to the sea, splashing through the waves after her quarry until she could no longer see it. The little crab was safely home, and the curly pelted lass was now elbow deep in the lulling waves of the familiar coast. Her whiskey coloured eyes fell shut. Maybe she did feel the call of the sea. The manatee's, her friends from the sea, had called to her since she found them. Maybe they were the part of the sea that drew her back to the coastline so often, though not always to the same place. The pixie was overdue to visit her aquatic friends, who were no doubt ready to migrate somewhere warmer as the weather grew colder. They would go further inland, as they had last year. There, they would give birth to their wee little sea pups and wait for the coast to warm again.
While she thought about the moss covered beasts who she frequently checked up on, she nearly missed the scent borne by the shifting breeze. Her blood went cold. That was a new scent. It smelled like the North winds that sometimes found her on the seaside. She prayed they were just passing by, that they wouldn't see her. The monsters didn't want her, did they? Long legs carried her off at full tilt for the safety of the brush, paws thudding in the sand and kicking it up in her wake. Maybe they wouldn't see her trail, and they wouldn't eat her. Did they eat women? Hopefully not. She hunkered down behind a thicket of brambles, burying herself in the thorny foliage and peering through the leaves. Maybe she could watch the northern beast without it seeing her?
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