The End of the World
03-12-2015, 05:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-12-2015, 05:32 PM by Áki.)
The sea was as close to home as he had gotten since venturing to Alacritia. Not that home was any one particular place -- the northern tundra was his home, as was the bitter arctic sea, along with the tall mountain peaks of his youth. The air here, in the dark of night, was somewhat cool and bought him a fair bit of nostalgia. He was thankful for the waves, as they crashed loudly against the shore, bringing in a crisp wind that ruffled his fur and send chills down his spine.
With ease he trekked along the bottom of the cliffside, parallel with the ocean. His paws made wide imprints in the sand as he moved, his gait deeply relaxed as he traveled beneath the moonlight. The night-time was peaceful and he found himself slipping into a relaxed lull. The night was a welcome reprieve from the hot summer sun and briefly he found himself wandering closer to the ocean side, letting the waves lap against his paws. After some time he would let his gaze drift briefly to the sky, enjoying the glimmering of the stars and moon overhead. He couldn't help but wonder if his tribe was looking at the same moon, wherever they are, and if they thought of him often. Surely his sisters did, for he rarely went a day without thinking of them.
Only when the scent of a stranger reached his nostrils did he realize that someone lingered nearby. His crimson eyes would squint as he swung his head to the earth, searching for her in the distance. It took some time for him to find her, his paws moving a bit more quickly as he sought to close the distance between them. At a good distance away, no closer than a dozen yards, he would emit a low bark to signal his presence. Though feeling a bit tired, the possibility of meeting someone new was tempting, and his tail would wag side to side in a show of pleasure. "Good evening, miss," he'd call out to the stranger in his thick accent, his lips twisting in a grin.
With ease he trekked along the bottom of the cliffside, parallel with the ocean. His paws made wide imprints in the sand as he moved, his gait deeply relaxed as he traveled beneath the moonlight. The night-time was peaceful and he found himself slipping into a relaxed lull. The night was a welcome reprieve from the hot summer sun and briefly he found himself wandering closer to the ocean side, letting the waves lap against his paws. After some time he would let his gaze drift briefly to the sky, enjoying the glimmering of the stars and moon overhead. He couldn't help but wonder if his tribe was looking at the same moon, wherever they are, and if they thought of him often. Surely his sisters did, for he rarely went a day without thinking of them.
Only when the scent of a stranger reached his nostrils did he realize that someone lingered nearby. His crimson eyes would squint as he swung his head to the earth, searching for her in the distance. It took some time for him to find her, his paws moving a bit more quickly as he sought to close the distance between them. At a good distance away, no closer than a dozen yards, he would emit a low bark to signal his presence. Though feeling a bit tired, the possibility of meeting someone new was tempting, and his tail would wag side to side in a show of pleasure. "Good evening, miss," he'd call out to the stranger in his thick accent, his lips twisting in a grin.
