Throw me to the Wolves
05-06-2017, 04:30 PM
OOC: Navigation - Obsidian Beach
Gray toes spread in the sands of the beach, marvelling at the heat and contrast to her knowledge of beaches. This one was a true spectacle. Shimmering sands caught the moonlight as she moved, causing the sand beneath her toes to act like twinkling stars in the night. The effect gave her temporary vertigo, but she pulled through the dizzying feeling and managed to figure out which way was up once more. The sand here was not true sand, the grains were not smooth and round but more like shattered pieces of glass. Jumanji knew the rock this beach was made of and it made her smile. Obsidian was a favored stone for the leucistic woman, not only because of its dark purple or black coloring but for the feel-good properties the stone held. Dune-grass grew sharp and tall, the light brown of its autumn stalks contrasting just as harshly as she did with the sand. She walked down the coast line, keeping close to the ocean and watching the waves roll in over the glittering shards of her favorite stone. Solitude was welcome, but she found she was just as content with the idea of someone to share the beach with.
"Jumanji." "You." Think.
Gray toes spread in the sands of the beach, marvelling at the heat and contrast to her knowledge of beaches. This one was a true spectacle. Shimmering sands caught the moonlight as she moved, causing the sand beneath her toes to act like twinkling stars in the night. The effect gave her temporary vertigo, but she pulled through the dizzying feeling and managed to figure out which way was up once more. The sand here was not true sand, the grains were not smooth and round but more like shattered pieces of glass. Jumanji knew the rock this beach was made of and it made her smile. Obsidian was a favored stone for the leucistic woman, not only because of its dark purple or black coloring but for the feel-good properties the stone held. Dune-grass grew sharp and tall, the light brown of its autumn stalks contrasting just as harshly as she did with the sand. She walked down the coast line, keeping close to the ocean and watching the waves roll in over the glittering shards of her favorite stone. Solitude was welcome, but she found she was just as content with the idea of someone to share the beach with.
Jumanji can be a violent creature, she is not the most stable of characters and it is hard to tell how she will react to certain personalities. Use caution when threading with her!