Seaside Moors and when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin

val's wails sounded all the way to the densite and then all the way back, as erzulie dropped the fish between her jaws and shepherded him forth with a soothing lick atop his dark skull. the boy sniffed and cried, shaking his head and running against his surrogate mom with his skull low and ears slicked back in pain.

his sniffles subsided, as did the length of his stride, the closer they came to the beach. little whimpers pressed from his throat as loamy earth turned into sand -- but it was not until erzulie directed him near a glistening patch of tidewater that valravn summarily threw on the hand-brakes, dragging deep trenches in the sand from his sudden shift in gait.

somewhere, in a dream or a past life, valravn felt he had died by sea. a roaring noise overcame his ears and senses and he cried "nnNO!" as he flung his head to the ground while the crab still hung to his nose.

it was evident the boy would go no closer -- come hell or seawater.