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03-20-2016, 11:25 AM
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He is—happy. It is a peculiar sensation, curious and wrong, for long ago he had decided he hated the beach for its abundance in foolish fillies. He stalks there now only by the virtue of duty, of one in a series of endless, mind-numbing patrols that tire his patience. It gnaws on him to be this obedient errand boy, to perform meaningless tasks day after day, week after week, to do nothing but allow himself and others in his herd to grow fat, complacent. Where is the battle? Even these sour musings refuse to undermine the buoy in his breast as he stalks the white, sun-washed beach. The sea churns beside him, sapphire bright and sparkling with the rare noon-sun’s rays while Ka’Ora soars upon the rays of light, borne by salted winds undercut with the frost of the season. Again, it does little to dampen the basilisk’s spirits; Ka’Ora is glad, and he is glad. He dreams—as he always does. Always, before his eyes, images and fancies of a future caught and controlled by himself lull him into peace, catching his patience before the idiocies of the common man’s life fray his ends. They were only dreams, though, and he knows this—but, somehow, the birth of little feet upon the ground has somehow changed that all, and the dreams he had dreamt for so long seem not only possible—but surely, they are inevitable, should all his steps be careful, all his moves be precise, meticulous. Oh—and how he revels in such a challenge! His mind whirls, his thoughts tumble and scramble into place as he decides upon a future for his--children. His current children. His future children. It is such, he forgets to look for those others he is supposed to meet; he is caught in the webs of his thoughts, stalking a lonely beach as his harpies wing themselves far, far above. A crab waddles its way in his path; he remembers how, as a boy, he had loved to hunt them. Great grey hooves lift high above the creature, skirting its life, and it scuttles away from the iron bulk, spared and safe. He is that happy. "talk talk talk" R E G I N A L D Walk the razor's edge Cut into the madness Question all you trust |
Patrol Thread!
@Spice
@Nasreen
And maybe @Nymeria?
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