Stavanger Bay aefder

anyone!

the sound of waves struck against his ears. this was before he realized that he had been washed ashore by them. it was not until the third pull of the sea that the fiery orange of his gaze opened to see a stretch of blue and grey so foreign, he thought himself to be dead. another crash of the waters against his frame and he struck against the sandy shore. 

without the ability to restrain himself, the behemoth felt his stomach lurch and he lost whatever was inside in a mess of sea salt and what appeared to be tar. everything that had happened before was like a blank page in his mind. all of the things he had once known felt so distant to him, as though he were watching them through a movie. he could not even remember his name. 

with an aching frame, the behemoth rose to his feet and staggered his way onto the shore. water drizzled from the thick chunks of his dark coat. the sun illuminated the firebrand that stretched like a stripe, from nose to tail tip. the aark did not know better, but he was fulfilling his own destiny and was following the path of his people.