Shimmering Sands glory awaits

@Cortland

 

Early morning sun streamed across a vast stretch of sea. The waters glittered at the touch of light. Overhead, scattered seagulls cried against the push of the wind. The harshness of their voices was lost against the roaring of the waves that crashed upon the shoreline.
 
Kodlak watched the tossing of the water for a time before he pressed onward, down the beach. He had followed the coast from the far west, trekking across rocky bluffs and jagged drops that would surely have led to his death if he had not been sure-footed and sturdy. Before that, the Nord had ventured from the far reaches of the northern mountains. His wayfaring had led him across many a diverse terrain. None could compare to Jorrvaskr, but none ever would.
 
The brute’s large paws sunk deep into the sands as he passed the ivory-flecked shore. His dusty frame stood as a small contrast against the bright glimmer of granules. Little life, he noted, but he could see what was beyond it; there was promise in the distance.