The cliffs rose along the seaside like a set of crowded teeth. The stone appeared to be ready to fall in to the ocean at the first jolt of the tide, but somehow it didn't. He crept along one ridge or another until he stood upon a jutting bit of worn slate. Here he was, silhouetted by a moody sky. A red smudge of blood caught between those stone teeth. The brine scent had fallen away within the hour of his arrival to the world's end, and now the wolf was aware of the scent of petrichor. There was rain in the forecast, he thought. Rain or snow, or a mix, was on the way. He would need to find shelter soon.
From his particular ledge he could see quite a ways. There was the sea, undulating and frothing to the beat of the wind, while the haradrim perched above. If he was not careful, he could fall and be no more. It was a thrilling concept - it kept him rooted for a few more minutes - and then a strong gust thrummed between the stones. It pulsed across him and he pressed himself low to the stone, creeping back a few paces for safety. The sea was a mighty thing but the wolf would not fall prey to it today.
December 27, 2018, 10:58 AM
back to the old stomping grounds.
the beachcombed sylph hopped from stone to stone-- bounding over rocks, not really being as careful as she ought to be-- although it was a non-issue to her. winds gently pulsed against her coat as her steps became one with them. a true sylph, she was, in that moment. waves lightly crashed against the cliffside as stones broke off, getting lost in the abyss below. the waters were unforgiving and knew no mercy, and no matter how comfortable she was around them, she knew the ocean demanded great respect: and respect, it shall get.
it wasn't long before finch came across a figure, in the distance; a sihlouette; ghastly and tempting. curiousity struck her like thunder, what was someone doing up here? she watched, observed, intently for several minutes as the sihlouette stood tall amongst the backdrop of a cloud-covered sky-- before a sudden gale reared its might, as if it were angry at this creature for standing oh so close to the ledge. she watched as the position changed, what once stood tall and confidently now huddled closer to the ground, crawling backwards as the winds had demanded. finch moves from her position, trekking over to this other in a hurry, hoping they were not injured-- the winds, also, knew no mercy. before long she reaches the stranger, slowly padding up to him, ,,are you okay?'' her question came as she stood a safe distance away.
the beachcombed sylph hopped from stone to stone-- bounding over rocks, not really being as careful as she ought to be-- although it was a non-issue to her. winds gently pulsed against her coat as her steps became one with them. a true sylph, she was, in that moment. waves lightly crashed against the cliffside as stones broke off, getting lost in the abyss below. the waters were unforgiving and knew no mercy, and no matter how comfortable she was around them, she knew the ocean demanded great respect: and respect, it shall get.
it wasn't long before finch came across a figure, in the distance; a sihlouette; ghastly and tempting. curiousity struck her like thunder, what was someone doing up here? she watched, observed, intently for several minutes as the sihlouette stood tall amongst the backdrop of a cloud-covered sky-- before a sudden gale reared its might, as if it were angry at this creature for standing oh so close to the ledge. she watched as the position changed, what once stood tall and confidently now huddled closer to the ground, crawling backwards as the winds had demanded. finch moves from her position, trekking over to this other in a hurry, hoping they were not injured-- the winds, also, knew no mercy. before long she reaches the stranger, slowly padding up to him, ,,are you okay?'' her question came as she stood a safe distance away.
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