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“Much better,” he murmured as the salt sprayed up at him. This was much more like home, much different than the cold, frigid land he'd been presented with at the threshold. His wings tucked up against his sides, tired from the journey. It was a good kind of tired, the sort of exhaustion he'd missed from when he'd traveled so often at the side of his mother. Aeryc missed her more than he cared to admit, but it was time to move on - to forget about her and about everything he'd ever known. It was time to start anew. The sea licked at his hocks, leaping up occasionally to darken his otherwise ebony legs. His head would dip low, neck arcing handsomely toward the ocean. He looked as if he might drink from the salty surf, but alas he would merely flare his nostrils - breathing in the strong salty scent of the water. It was delightful. With much reservation he pivoted, moving parallel to the sea with no particular destination in mind. He had no clue where this beach led, but he had a feeling he was about to find out. The sand quaked beneath his weight, shifting and sifting beneath his hooves. The sound of the waves lulled him into a sense of security as he paced along the length of the beach. Though this land was much warmer than the threshold, it was nowhere near as warm as it could be. Winter had taken its toll here too, leaving the colors of the ocean less saturated than they should be. These dulled colors painted a less interesting picture, but he loved it all the same. Tail swished behind him as the long fingers of wind combed through it and his mane, untangling the knots as they went. To his right, the sea revealed a few of its creatures. Whales poked their heads up from the choppy ocean waters, spraying out collected water and breathing in life-giving oxygen. He admired them out of one amethyst eye, the other focusing on his opposite side where rock shelves lined up parallel to one another. His pace slowed to a half-speed walk as his hooves lazily carried him forward. “speech,” Notes | 367 words, tags: @[Cheveyo] & @[Aurelia] |
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The Blue - by Aeryc - 03-04-2014, 09:00 PM
RE: The Blue - by Cheveyo - 03-06-2014, 08:55 AM
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