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Ooc — Phi
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@Devin — riptide as requested c:
It had been early morning when Riptide had left the Bay and headed north along the coast — and about afternoon when he reached the Cerulean Cape. For once, he wasn't particularly on a mission. His curved piece of bark used for transporting his collected medicines was left behind in the back corner of his den. He doubted anyone would steal it but he'd rather not search for another piece of tough bark to serve his purpose just in case. At least, not until the current piece was rotted beyond usefulness. Simply, Riptide was curious as to what lay in the Northern stretches of the coast, and given there was no blank tug of recognition....no deja vu Riptide suspected that Arturo had never been to these territories, but as they did not share all of their thoughts or secrets he couldn't be sure this was particularly true. All Riptide was sure of was that he'd never been this way.
It was reason enough to make the venture.
The cape was a beautiful sight, crystal clear blue waters stretching as far as his eye could see with white sand beaches. He walked on one such beach now, the sand warm as it worked it's way through his toes and stuck to his paw pads. Fiery, red-orange gaze took in the aesthetic beauty of the territory, pausing to sniff at a piece of seaweed (after the wave had receded) that got tangled around his front, left as the tide lapped up around his legs, his head raising just in time to avoid getting a snout full of salt water as another wave crashed around his legs. Yet, the strip of seaweed was persistent and he kept walking with the hopes that it might be taken by the pull of the waves and untangle itself from his leg...although he considered that seaweed had health benefits to it and when the waves receded he grasped it in his jaws and untangled it, taking it to the dry stretches of beach and laid it out to dry, settling into a sphinx-like position, hoping that the hot sun made quick work of drying it out so that he could eat it.
It was reason enough to make the venture.
The cape was a beautiful sight, crystal clear blue waters stretching as far as his eye could see with white sand beaches. He walked on one such beach now, the sand warm as it worked it's way through his toes and stuck to his paw pads. Fiery, red-orange gaze took in the aesthetic beauty of the territory, pausing to sniff at a piece of seaweed (after the wave had receded) that got tangled around his front, left as the tide lapped up around his legs, his head raising just in time to avoid getting a snout full of salt water as another wave crashed around his legs. Yet, the strip of seaweed was persistent and he kept walking with the hopes that it might be taken by the pull of the waves and untangle itself from his leg...although he considered that seaweed had health benefits to it and when the waves receded he grasped it in his jaws and untangled it, taking it to the dry stretches of beach and laid it out to dry, settling into a sphinx-like position, hoping that the hot sun made quick work of drying it out so that he could eat it.
wreathed in iron and in fire
i bare my bloody teeth
and only pity makes my strike so clean
i bare my bloody teeth
and only pity makes my strike so clean
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you try but you can't defeat them - by Arturo - July 06, 2016, 03:16 PM
RE: you try but you can't defeat them - by Devin - July 10, 2016, 10:28 AM
RE: you try but you can't defeat them - by Arturo - July 10, 2016, 12:35 PM
RE: you try but you can't defeat them - by Devin - July 11, 2016, 09:31 AM
RE: you try but you can't defeat them - by Arturo - July 11, 2016, 01:28 PM
RE: you try but you can't defeat them - by Devin - July 13, 2016, 07:27 AM
RE: you try but you can't defeat them - by Arturo - July 24, 2016, 05:33 AM
RE: you try but you can't defeat them - by Devin - July 24, 2016, 08:10 AM
RE: you try but you can't defeat them - by Arturo - August 06, 2016, 05:48 AM