Dragoncrest Cliffs i could base my whole existence on the cherry-strands of your gold hair

<3_<3 @Lusca 

grey was the endless expanse of sea before him, that rolled and turned like the writhing stomach of some upended serpent. the rippling breakwater cascaded past him, their frothy tips disintegrating in swirls around his thick limbs. he found himself standing in the whorling brine, relishing the cold as it lapped around his aching tendons. the descent down from the heightened slab had not been without difficulty and tachyon was exhausted from his travels.

eventually he would have to consider moving, for the tide was quick to well along the cliff -- and if he dallied too long, he would find out exactly why no soul dared to inhabit the narrow strand that straddled between the thundering gulf and the cliff.