Lucita relished the feeling of the shore underneath her paws. The white sand, soft as satin as she flexed her paws, her claws digging into it. She stared off across the ocean tide, her fur billowing in the breeze that was cast off the waters. She was hypnotized by the waves, an endless expanse of roiling blue, blending seamlessly with the horizon.
The sea, though unpredictable, was the one constant Lucita relied on in her whelphood, when tensions ran high and many battles were fought in her natal pack. The moon seemed to pull her with the tides, and it was a comfort to know the same water that passed the lips of every creature, that formed the greatest floods and hurricanes, was born from and returned here.
The dark-colored fae started at the touch of the sea at her paws, the beginning of the water that dampened the fur on her toes. The cooling sensation was almost relaxing, a dizzying contrast compared to the unyielding sun against her thick black coat. A soft breath left her lungs and Lucita moved forward a few more feet, deeper into the sea, the salty air filling her nose. She waded in the brine giddily, euphoric to simply swim, relax, after a season of weary travel.
The sea, though unpredictable, was the one constant Lucita relied on in her whelphood, when tensions ran high and many battles were fought in her natal pack. The moon seemed to pull her with the tides, and it was a comfort to know the same water that passed the lips of every creature, that formed the greatest floods and hurricanes, was born from and returned here.
The dark-colored fae started at the touch of the sea at her paws, the beginning of the water that dampened the fur on her toes. The cooling sensation was almost relaxing, a dizzying contrast compared to the unyielding sun against her thick black coat. A soft breath left her lungs and Lucita moved forward a few more feet, deeper into the sea, the salty air filling her nose. She waded in the brine giddily, euphoric to simply swim, relax, after a season of weary travel.
I WATCHED THE WORLD FROM THE SIDE OF THE MOON
LOOKING AT THE STARS AND LOOKING BACK AT YOU
LOOKING AT THE STARS AND LOOKING BACK AT YOU
November 10, 2017, 08:51 AM
Weetzie looked out over the ocean as he trotted along the beach, but he didn’t sense any storms out there like he did the last time he was here. The sea was calm and peaceful today, and that appealed to him. As much as watching the storm had temporarily satiated his curiosity, the gentle waves relaxed him, not that he would admit, even to himself, that the environment affected his emotional state.
Not wanting to get wet, he traveled along the dry sand just out reach of the waves until he noticed something else that roused his curiosity. From a distance, he saw a dark-colored wolf enter the water. As he approached, he noticed that the wolf appeared to be enjoying it, which he thought strange given that he had always preferred not get his fur wet, and he thought that was normal. (Surely his sister was the odd one rather than him.)
He stopped and, with his ears perked up and his head tilted in curiosity, he gazed out in the wolf’s direction, but he wasn’t exactly looking at the wolf. He was looking at the ocean beyond, wondering if there was an island out there, perhaps just out of sight, someplace that the wolf might be going. He could swim as well as any other, but he couldn’t imagine swimming just for pleasure.
Not wanting to get wet, he traveled along the dry sand just out reach of the waves until he noticed something else that roused his curiosity. From a distance, he saw a dark-colored wolf enter the water. As he approached, he noticed that the wolf appeared to be enjoying it, which he thought strange given that he had always preferred not get his fur wet, and he thought that was normal. (Surely his sister was the odd one rather than him.)
He stopped and, with his ears perked up and his head tilted in curiosity, he gazed out in the wolf’s direction, but he wasn’t exactly looking at the wolf. He was looking at the ocean beyond, wondering if there was an island out there, perhaps just out of sight, someplace that the wolf might be going. He could swim as well as any other, but he couldn’t imagine swimming just for pleasure.
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