Seere has moved further inland today, her small nose poking into every bush and shrub it can find. Animals scamper away, startled by the inquisitive pup’s presence and she giggles every time. As she sticks her dark nose into a rather large bush, a dove takes flight and the monochrome pup cranes her neck back to watch where it goes. Since it flies over her head, toward the ocean, Seere ends up tumble over onto her back, where she giggles happily and rolls onto her side.

With ease she stands up and gives her coat a firm shake to rid it of any lingering grains of sand. Once clear, the pup joyfully continues on her way. As she nears a nice shaded area, a large tree reaching its leaf dense limps outward, Seere hears a voice rumbling out in displeasure. Since she hates to see others angry or upset, the small pup quickly makes her way toward the source of the disgruntled noises. Hopefully she can help brighten someone’s day or… something.

"Seere Abraxas-Destruction"

Across the beaches of each island in the chain, Cyanide raced. She would learn each and every one, figuring out how they felt beneath her paws. There was a satisfying ache and burn in her muscles, finding the way that the sand gave beneath each step to be equal parts satisfying and maddening. Damn, if she was going to stay, she'd need to get stronger. She'd need to get faster. She'd need to become more accustomed to the way that the beach seemed to pitch and roll. That, and Cy would need to build up strength in her ankles. As it stood, they seemed to threaten to give in or give out with every single long stride. Still... part of it felt good. Imagine that. Though there were shades of soreness and even pain some days, she didn't hate it. No, it was hard work. It was hard work that felt good. In learning the lay of the islands, Cyanide finds herself paying more attention to the big picture of the beaches rather than the details. Of the details that have escaped her today happened to be a clump of tree roots. She'd been concerned with the beach as a whole, and keeping an eye out for intruders or other irregularities that it seemed the clump had reared up and knocked her over out of basically nowhere. Cy grumbled to herself, growling, flailing in the soft sand as she attempted to right herself. "Ah son of a bitch, fucker, shit... ow, shit," the steady ebb and flow of choice words for her situation. As the darkly colored girl rolled over, she carefully stretched her paw. It was tender, that's for sure. Better to give it a couple minutes, then.

The monochrome pup hears the commotion of the wolf falling down and the grumbling and growling that follows. Small paws carry her toward the tree that hides the stranger wolf’s form when Seere suddenly stops in her tracks. Head tilts in curiosity as strange and wonderful new words fill the air. Mismatched eyes round in astonishment as she says, rather loudly, “Fucker shit! Bitch fucker!” The small pup continues to parrot the words she hears while moving to the find the wolf that is making the new words. A black wolf comes into view and Seere smiles at the pink eyed lady while happily saying, “Fucker bitch!” The pup has no idea what the words mean but they sound really cool.

Seere moves up to the downed wolf and chirps out, “Shit bitch! I really like these words. I’ve never heard them before! Do you know anymore?” She cannot wait to tell her family all the cool words she has learned today.


"Seere Abraxas-Destruction"