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The sound of waves crashing on sand draws you out of the trees and onto the beach. A quick glance tells you that this section of the waterfront is deserted, so you reluctantly leave the shade of the trees and brave the blistering heat for the thirty seconds it takes for you to make it to the water. Your breed may have been built for the desert, but on this hottest of days, your ancestry has let you down. You need to cool off, and you need it now. By some stroke of fortune, the cove you have stumbled across is relatively protected, allowing you to wade past gentle waves and into the cool embrace of the ocean. The salty water laps at your sides, and a half-grunt, half-sigh escapes velvet lips as you let the sea bear some of your weight. Just what the doctor ordered. Drifting closer to shore, you angle yourself so that you can keep one eye on the treeline. Empty as the place may be now, you don’t want to be stranded out here in the water should any unwelcome guests decide to grace you with their company. While refreshing, the ocean sucks at your slim legs, and every move out here seems to happen in slow motion—a quick escape isn’t an option. Now that you are cool, you find yourself wishing for some entertainment. Lazily, you nose some water at a school of tiny silver fish, the only other sign of life on this beach. Of course, you aren’t overfond of the company of others, but it’s been months since you’ve run into anyone you’ve met here. The past season has simply been a stream of new faces, with no repeat customers. You are especially curious about the skull-faced queen. She had such grandiose expectations, all this talk about power and domination, but where is she now? You haven’t seen her in ages, much less caught any glimpse of her so-called revolution. Your ivory ears twitch backwards in disappointment. You had the sense that she would be great, but perhaps you are losing your touch. You find that your gut instincts usually pan out, however—maybe if you stick around here long enough, what she has promised will indeed come to fruition. You just wish she’d get on with it already; this place could use a little action. Tags: @[Voodoo] |
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