Post by Selene on Apr 1, 2018 5:18:29 GMT -6
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Selene had not dared venture too terribly far from the borders of the Occasus, and the safety that Kharak had offered her within Khalsa. She’d been careful, even as she’d stepped over the border towards unclaimed lands, to ensure that she was only a howl away should he call to her – or should she need to call to him. But oh, she hadn’t been able to resist when she’d seen the shimmering promise of Lod’nen Path on the horizon. It was a cool morning, with winter’s chill kept slightly at bay in the more arid climates of the surrounding territories, but even the sun above could not fully stamp out the wind along the shore. It tugged at her silvery fur as she moved, weaving between the shallow pools.
The tide was out today, leaving a long stretch of damp sand and sea creatures caught helplessly in the little pools the sea had left behind. Selene could not help the wonder shining in her pale eyes as she observed agitated fish with vivid scales waiting for the tide to return, oysters that snapped their shells closed when her shadow fell upon them, and starfish that lay flopped on their fronts, immobile. It was not the sea creatures she disturbed, though. Instead, Selene found herself marveling over the shells that littered the sand.
Most of them were brightly colored fragments, but there was the occasional whole, unblemished ones that she paused to turn over with her nose. Several of them scuttled away from her attentions as she realized that small crabs had made their homes in them, but others were unoccupied, allowing her to study them curiously. It was as she turned one of the discarded oyster shells over that a glimpse of sunlight falling across something made her pause, and Selene was pleased to find a sizeable pearl there in the sand, smooth and lovely. She crouched on her haunches then, carefully rolling it from one paw to another, back and forth as a smile touched her muzzle.
It seemed, at least, that she’d found some luck on that day.
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Selene had not dared venture too terribly far from the borders of the Occasus, and the safety that Kharak had offered her within Khalsa. She’d been careful, even as she’d stepped over the border towards unclaimed lands, to ensure that she was only a howl away should he call to her – or should she need to call to him. But oh, she hadn’t been able to resist when she’d seen the shimmering promise of Lod’nen Path on the horizon. It was a cool morning, with winter’s chill kept slightly at bay in the more arid climates of the surrounding territories, but even the sun above could not fully stamp out the wind along the shore. It tugged at her silvery fur as she moved, weaving between the shallow pools.
The tide was out today, leaving a long stretch of damp sand and sea creatures caught helplessly in the little pools the sea had left behind. Selene could not help the wonder shining in her pale eyes as she observed agitated fish with vivid scales waiting for the tide to return, oysters that snapped their shells closed when her shadow fell upon them, and starfish that lay flopped on their fronts, immobile. It was not the sea creatures she disturbed, though. Instead, Selene found herself marveling over the shells that littered the sand.
Most of them were brightly colored fragments, but there was the occasional whole, unblemished ones that she paused to turn over with her nose. Several of them scuttled away from her attentions as she realized that small crabs had made their homes in them, but others were unoccupied, allowing her to study them curiously. It was as she turned one of the discarded oyster shells over that a glimpse of sunlight falling across something made her pause, and Selene was pleased to find a sizeable pearl there in the sand, smooth and lovely. She crouched on her haunches then, carefully rolling it from one paw to another, back and forth as a smile touched her muzzle.
It seemed, at least, that she’d found some luck on that day.
TAG: Samson
NOTES: ahhHH I'm terrible at starters
NOTES: ahhHH I'm terrible at starters
CODED BY EMERALD
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