The ocean was her only sense of direction, dark and turbulent as the nearest reach of her mind. The waters crashed against the bluffs and sent sprays of seawater into the air. They fell against her like a cold spring rain, but Leviathan only flattened her ears and blinked enough to keep the salt from stinging her eyes. Her course remained set; she had neither time nor thought to stop and admire the spectacle of the tides against the cliffs.
Her focus remained burned on the ground, and she carried herself eastbound. Her steps still hitched from a weakness wrought by injury, but her movements betrayed no resolve to slow. She scoured, her crystalline eyes a fire of ice, hunting for a trail she viciously strained for - but could never seem to find.
Her focus remained burned on the ground, and she carried herself eastbound. Her steps still hitched from a weakness wrought by injury, but her movements betrayed no resolve to slow. She scoured, her crystalline eyes a fire of ice, hunting for a trail she viciously strained for - but could never seem to find.
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Where the great waves break and the night runs right into the day - by Leviathan2 - March 24, 2018, 10:24 AM