| [ti]AW[/ti]Home doesn't Exist anymore; Rockaway Beach | |
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| Alpha | Feb 11 2013, 06:10 PM Post #1 |
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OOC: She's naked The city had been home for so long, that these lands beneath her feet felt...alien. But she was brought up upon ground like this, shoved into a small shack of a house nestled within the woods. This was the ground she tread as a cub and learned to run upon. It was the ground she sat upon as she watched the world turn and her parents drift away. It was the feel of earth, of soft sand buckling against her immense weight. It was the texture of something 'real' something tangible, rather than the artificial stone and brick and metal and...stucco. Whomever thought of texturing the walls like the ground was a fool that needed to be gutted on sight. And yet...those artificial steps had felt more real than these. Perhaps it was because she hadn't felt the true thing in so long. A shame, when there was such beauty to see. She could not readily recall when last she looked upon flowing water. Not at a glimpse, but truly looking upon it watching as the waves twisted and turned and rolled into the shores. There was something majestic about it. So very soothing...calming. It lacked the bustle and the aggression of the city. Perhaps this was the reason she had been birthed within this place, how she came to adopt such patience like the waves...and how she encapsulated its fury. But who really knew. Clicking her tongue against the roof of jagged fangs, the wanderer seated herself upon the gently rolling beach, reclining in little garb as she was always known to do. Clothes were...like the stucco stone...artificial, just covering to hide what was naturally there. It was amusing to say the least, watching the humans and halflings saunter about in attire they deemed worth their appearance. The humans she could understand. Their skin so fragile that were it not for their covers, a light slice of the claw would tear through their defenses. But her kind...why in the good name of things did they see fit to cover themselves in that manner? It was unnecessary when they had their animal flesh. They were not like the humans, they were stronger and proud and yet she had seen many adopt their lifestyle. Again, the woman clicked her tongue, this time in disappointment as she reclined back against the sun warmed sand. Whatever happened to wearing the fur and hide one was born in? What ever happened to remaining 'real'? Perhaps this was the reason to her parents had brought her away from the city...within the wild; one could certainly let their thoughts get away from them. But the allure had certainly done more than that. |
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| Pip Patel | Feb 11 2013, 06:29 PM Post #2 |
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The days had brought her out to the cold sea again, away from humanity and trash and filth. She would always return to the sea, the icy waters quenched her skin and brought a renewed sense of purpose. Here she could swim in the clear, dark deep, forget herself for a while, and forget the nearly constant nagging of her stomach. The animals were much different in the Pacific then they were in the Seattle and Tacoma bays; everything there was muddy and oily and clinging to life desperately. In the Pacific, there was freedom, everything was sleek and gray; she had heard that if one were to keep going west, in the extreme expanse of it, eventually they would come upon places of warmth and constant sunshine, where even the fish were iridescent and sparkled like underwater flowers. Pip wanted to see that some day, that would make her happy. But for now, she was tied to the coastline and it loomed ever present beside her; she was safest in the shallows and had been following a pod of gray whales southward. But she was tired, and the day was clear, sun breaking out from between hazy gray cloud; she headed land-ward. Far off from the beach there was a highway where cars whizzed by; some stopped in the place she was headed, a little rest stop with food and icecream; she turned a little more southward, she didn't want to deal with people today. Just away from the bustle of people was a calm, sandy beach that looked welcoming. Pip swam lazily towards it until the sand scraped against her knees, then she stood. Dripping and completely naked, the dolphin girl made her way up past the surf, and then laid down on the still wet sand, letting the waves lick at her tail. She sighed and closed her eyes. |
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| Alpha | Feb 11 2013, 08:46 PM Post #3 |
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The gentle push and pull of the tides create an evocative atmosphere for the halfling to thing by. Yet as she lounged there beneath to midday sun, her arms bond behind her head to spare the base of her skull from the nuisance of tiny granules, she found there was nothing truly to ponder on. Only make what she would and observe the drifting day. It could have been assumed she had come to the bay with a purpose, and yet looking upon the serene face of her muzzle, it could hardly be noted if this was true. Perhaps she wanted the escape...or perhaps it truly as to feel a different kind of ground beneath her paws. Regardless she was there now, the epitome of purposelessness. Looking across the churning seas and spying a figure, a mere glint of shine found within her obsidian eye, emerging from the waters themselves. It was not often that she would see the aquatic hybrids leaving their home. These mythical 'mermaids' made real. In actually, she was never fond of them; tethered to their source of life and only emerging with the other functions of their forms demanded it. Audibly she clicked her tongue and turned her smooth muzzle away to glance at the cloudless sky. She had been infatuated with one once...a halfling that fancied himself a shark though his appearance could not have been more human...save for the less than subtle protrusion of a dorsal that curved elegantly along his back. He had been so ferocious, so fueled with passion that it was difficult not to find herself drawn to that prowess. But he was never hers to have, and her feelings had gone unrequited. He was a creature of the seas, and the prey therein. She could only ever watch him from afar. Again, the audible click resonated this time coupled with an irritably wrinkle of her nose. Perhaps the bay was not a good place to lounge, for the silence was taking her mind to places she did not want to tread. |
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