Shimmering Sands gol dolmora

anu was strident in his purpose as he came to the beach; a beach which, in that moment seemed to evaporate all of his composure.

he had never seen sands so lengthy, nor water so prolifically blue. the brine and the roar and the constant caw of gulls was almost too much for the chela, who kept his ears flat as he approached the brimming waters.

the way the ocean snarled and leapt as if it had a pull of its own fascinated him, but anu did not stay. his purpose was to keep moving, so he did so -- keeping his muzzle pointed towards the cliffs in the distance, anu made north.