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He had stood at the edge of the beige grit, staring out at a small isle that had wiggled itself onto the water and planted its roots. Just as he planted his paws, the ones he was growing into, onto the border of the soft grass and the speckled sand.

Yuda did not know what was chaining him to where he stood. A small thought of fear crossed his mind, which made him quickly take the first march forward. Fear was not an option, and something that he had never felt before. His mind briefly touched upon what left him alone, and he shook his head with a narrowed brow. No, he'd never felt the dark creeper upon his body or mind, but that did not mean that the emotion that was pulled from him the most was anger.

Dark grey feet sunk into the sand, and Yuda found that he disliked the strange and malleable substance. It made him feel uncomfortable and slow, and he quickened his pace to free himself of the unwanted feeling. Unfortunately, quicker movement made his steps even more clumsy feeling.

He kept the pace he'd been going straight into the cool rush. Dark eyes forward, the male had unlimited stores of no emotion. This would not be changing any time soon. It was not a long journey, and Yuda found that he did not mind the sand when it was wet, though it was more of a feeling of indifference. The male stood, water crying off of his fur, and stared into what may lie ahead.