Dragoncrest Cliffs agwe

as usual, lafayette was on the beach.

digging happily in the wet sand at the edge of the sea, he plucked yet another gleaming shell and moved to place it carefully in a pile he'd assembled nearby. one, two, three, four pretty things to observe! he grinned with pleasure and then cast his eye over the strand, looking for any tell-tale glint of treasure.

the surf crept inexorably closer, and he stood still, waiting for the seafoam to tickle his ankles—one of his favorite sensations in the world! and so it did, and he let loose a happy sigh.

and then the water reached his knees.

then his chest.

the sheer force of it knocked him over, and he might have righted himself were it not for the water closing over his head altogether. before he could react, lafayette was being carried backward upon the rogue wave, limbs flailing as he was cast into the open ocean, sapphique's beach submerged up to the base of the cliffs.

all he could manage was a high, reedy help! in the instants before he was swallowed up again, ruddy fur like driftwood against a relentless tide.

inspired by these terrifying sneaker waves