The dull roar of the sea slammed angrily into the harsh footing of the store, sending frothy, crystalline droplets flying through the icy air. A slick layer of wet and salt coated the pebbles of the coast, the gloom of the clouds overhead giving way to a sullen, soggy scene. Birds dotted the horizon above the water, dipping and diving towards the cold depths at a chance for food. Their cries of irritation were laced with fading hope, but a shrill note of hysteria was creeping along the edges. A sharp, chilled wind sliced through the air, mixing with the howl of the ocean. It was deafening.
Other than the winged beasts that circled above, the area seemed to be rather devoid of life. The stale scent of other wolves hung in the salty air, but nothing fresh touched the nose of the brute that set foot across the stone laden beach.
His azure orbs scanned the horizon, searching. The area was still new to the wolf, and heavy expectations washed through his mind. He had heard others talk about this land, yet so far, Xephyr remained unimpressed. He had met no one on his travels thus far.. and depending on his mood, that was either good or bad. A twinge of confusion spun through his mind at the thought, but he quickly pushed it aside. Most sane creatures were holed up in weather like this, as it was enough to chill even him to his core. Ice covered the pebbles beneath his paws, and though he was used to frozen wastelands, the dense water from the air was beginning to get to him. He felt as if he was drowning every time he drew in a breath.. though if he could get used to that, everything else would be easy.
With a small twitch of his too large ears, he sat, tail brushing the ground beneath him. He shut his eyes, letting the sounds wash over him.
Other than the winged beasts that circled above, the area seemed to be rather devoid of life. The stale scent of other wolves hung in the salty air, but nothing fresh touched the nose of the brute that set foot across the stone laden beach.
His azure orbs scanned the horizon, searching. The area was still new to the wolf, and heavy expectations washed through his mind. He had heard others talk about this land, yet so far, Xephyr remained unimpressed. He had met no one on his travels thus far.. and depending on his mood, that was either good or bad. A twinge of confusion spun through his mind at the thought, but he quickly pushed it aside. Most sane creatures were holed up in weather like this, as it was enough to chill even him to his core. Ice covered the pebbles beneath his paws, and though he was used to frozen wastelands, the dense water from the air was beginning to get to him. He felt as if he was drowning every time he drew in a breath.. though if he could get used to that, everything else would be easy.
With a small twitch of his too large ears, he sat, tail brushing the ground beneath him. He shut his eyes, letting the sounds wash over him.
OOC: Anyone feel free to join it. <3 Ready to finally through Xeph to the general public.
i will wait under the tow like lions do
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Ooc — lauren
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January 17, 2018, 08:42 PM
(This post was last modified: February 21, 2018, 07:42 PM by OG Sandpiper.)
not sure where this is on the coast but here's a sandpiper!
like a bull sandpiper ran ragged with her head low to the ground, pulling through her shoulders as she bowled through the swirling horde of gulls. all around her grey and white angular wings unfolded leanly -- their razorlike wing ends tapering as they called boldly and cursed her name. some rose high into the thermals, others swirled in a monotone vortex just above the sand where the wolf had been last.
she played this game until her limbs grew tired. doggedly, she gave one last effort -- surging through the flock with white teeth snapping all of the feathers in the air. she broke through the crowd with empty jaws and rather than face her failure, trotted down the beach.
it was then she came upon a silver-coated wolf, who like her, sported a lean and streamlined build. she eyed him at length, but remained unnoticed as the male strode right by her. sandpiper elected then to turn back to the bay, and spent the rest of the afternoon chasing gulls like a very bad dog.
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