The earth was quiet and he felt as though that meant there was something wrong. The rich earthy tones of spring were beginning to become more stable. Summer wasn?t too terrible far off. The air was crisp with a warm bite and the birds overhead chattered on. There was a stillness that he enjoyed. It was like any other land he had been to. This, however, this was his home and he had been vacant for far too long. A sigh surpassed his lips. Gargoyle was not to be found, nor were any of his siblings or their own. He was left to his own devices. Perhaps he was the last of their blood. Perhaps not. Regardless, the thought tangled around in his thoughts and he felt almost compelled to honor their memory. Alas, their world was hardly his own. The man carried himself with a certain amount of pride. He was glad of who he was, though, he was not particularly warm to the idea of trying to make something of things that simply did not exist. He needed to examine everything with careful scrutiny, and while that was the preferred method...his sciences left him confused and relatively tired. He didn?t like fretting over everything, but in a crumbling world such was his bane. He enjoyed the quiet of the day; the late afternoon where even the birds began to settle for the night. The ocean had calmed and it was merely the equivalent of a massive blue blanket as far as the eye could see. It was captivating and immaculate, but he felt a missing piece. He had no direction and it was particularly sad. He was missing the most vital part of life: purpose. Legs folded against the ground and the boy...or man...what was he? A boy. A purposeless child. Regardless, he waited, enduring the serenity of what lay before him. He was calm, relaxed, and indulgent on the waves of the night. The stars would eventually creep out for him to see, and the moon would shine against him. His cross to bare was loss, but it was not the only bit of life that had failed him. He had failed him and needed to turn around where he was and fight the relativity of his preceding moments. Life would change starting now. Back in Alacritis. Back under proper control. Back to where he could thrive

Obsideion beach was a wonder she often found her paws returning to. With the dark sand alive with glittering lights like eyes beneath its surface, golden to the reflection of the sun and the water a perfect blue that stretched out from here to lengths and places she couldn't even imagine. It wasn't often these days she strayed form her Abaven lands but the fighter needed the breath of fresh air that came with space and freedom, and Obsidian beach it seemed was the wonder to find what she needed. As her light paws marked steps from the ground and onto the soft, heated sand she would see another bright light against the darkened blacks. A form of greys and silvers smoothly outlined by the shinning minerals beneath the sand.



It wasn't often she found another in her sanctuary and she would continue on across the sand until she stood a hairsbreadth from the calm, flat sea. She had no doubt that the shape, a boy, she discovered from the corner of her eyes, would in turn notice her as she let the subtle wind shift through her coat and outline the shape of her fit beauty. The warrior had no wish to intrude upon the dreams of the stranger and made instead to share her own bubble of space against the vast stretching land of the beach.

LET'S SEE HOW FAR WE'VE COME


LET'S SEE HOW FAR WE GO

The silence was clung to by the boy. He couldn?t find himself desiring much else, but that wasn?t entirely too surprising. Crucible was a man of little action and fewer words. Even as the sky faded to black and exhaustion didn?t come (noting that at the end of the day he should be tired) he felt annoyed. The gentle crash of waves against the blackened shore was refreshing and soothing and the thoughts of his inadequacy seemed to flee far from his mind. He would be able to make up for lost time. This, however, was something he knew that, once he left, he would not see for quite some time. So, he enjoyed it as thoroughly as he could. Now, though, he was not alone.
She walked across the sand. Her paws fell lightly and made little noise. She wouldn?t have been detected by someone who was louder than he. It wasn?t too impressive, of course, regardless he watched from a distance. She didn?t intrude on him, and so perhaps she sought out solitude. He...did in a way. Speaking to others was not his forte and he did not see the joy in breaking the silence. Still, it was unbeknownst to him that his golden eyes lingered on her for many long moments. He hadn?t realized that she was able to sit and move and do so much before him, because his thoughts were not on what he saw, but on what he made of it. Curious indeed.

Another moment passed and he fell back to reality. He had been staring at her for a long moment with eyes that seemed to wonder what would happen next. His reaction was lacking and given his immediacy for silence, and the figure that she was here for the same, he only needed to relieve himself of the delusion that he had noticed his forlorn gaze. Surely it had been avoided, no?

There would be silence between the two for a while, but a warm silence without uncertainty and together but apart they would watch the fall of the sun and the start of the shadows. She would find her gaze travelling out across the expanse of sea, where the bright waters had already turned dark and the light of the stars could be seen against it back till far out and past her sights. Through her pondering she could feel the gaze of the stranger against her and a sly smile would touch the corners of her lips. She would sit up then and stretch, pushing her paws out before her as far she could manage, until the tips of them touched the calm sea. Her butt would rise and stretch out also and her tail would be a banner behind her, swaying in the barely existing breeze.



She would settle again then, feeling for that gaze she knew wasn't far away, and casually she would toss her head over her shoulder in a casual gesture and her eyes would settle upon this boy. Still he was silent, and the more so he stayed the more he piked her curiosity. She was smiling at him now, a soft curve of her lips and a lowering of her lashes.