Stavanger Bay ultraviolent junglist

For @Julooke

The beach had a rather peaceful vibe to it today, the sun hung high in the sky, warming the white sand and giving the blue waters of the shallows a particularly inviting look. Though Atreyu wasn't interested in the ocean today. His focus was zeroed in on the flock of seagulls who had decided to hang about on the shore, being their usual weird, noisy selves. There were many of them in this flock — perhaps the biggest gathering of birds Atreyu had ever seen. No-one would notice if one of them just happened to go missing, right?

Of course not, they're just dumb birds, he snickered to himself silently, bright eyes narrowing as he studied them from a ways off. Apparently, they either hadn't noticed him or didn't deem him a threat. Big mistake. With a crooked smirk, the boy slowly stalked forward before pausing and partially lowering himself to the ground, thankful he had been blessed with fur that was nearly the colour of sand. He let a moment or two pass as he waited for the birds to settle again, having noticed his movements, then leapt into a full-blown sprint towards the flock.

The former peacefulness of the Bay was shattered at once as the birds flew into the air with a chorus of loud, panicked cries. Atreyu added to the ruckus with his own snarling and snapping, trying to close his jaws around any of the scattering birds. His attempts were futile, however, as each and every one escaped his teeth. Panting and frustrated, the boy fell back onto all fours, glaring up at the retreating seagulls with an angry growl.