Misael&&Lazarus

Maybe I'm a different breed
Maybe I'm not listening

Miseal had passed exhaustion, had passed tired and drained, he was beyond all of that, running extremely low on energy and breath. Even the mighty chromed needed a break, and it was here that his exhaustion had brought him, upon the violent waves churned by angry clouds and gusts of wind. Something about the sands always managed to soothe the beast, let his naught and tight muscles relax and loosen, and allowed his mind to settle in a calm state of serenity and bliss.

He stood there like that for a while, eyes focused only upon the dark water crashing and fighting before the war was lost on the sea bay, the melody of the ocean whispering it's song into his ears as it drew him closer and closer to a slumber. He tried not to think too much, desiring a moment of thoughtless inquiries, of a true sense of peace. This world had become too harsh to not enjoy the times like these that had been offered, he grasped onto each second with greedy hands, not wanting to let go, to face reality, to be a man.

Night crept upon him quickly, his reluctance to leave the intensifying waters keeping him there much longer then he should've been. Miseal had things to do, a woman to see, a child to watch, a meeting to hold, recruitments to be done, and here he was, watching a storm! With a sigh, the beast turned from the storm, following the shoreline in the direction of his next stop, the next stop of this endless madness he had wrapped for himself. As he trudged along the pier, he saw something in the distance, a rich vibrant blue color, he figured it was just another stone, but as the man got closer and the aqua colored rock glowed brighter, he knew it couldn't be so. His ears tipped forward and his neck lowered, his nostrils flared and blew as he inspected the ovalish shape. Tentatively, he touched the rough eggshell surface, his head snapped back when a crack appeared in the blue skin of this capsule. Golden eyes surveyed the area, looking for a creature that owned this thing, he surely was in no mood to fend off a pissed mother and her newborn creature. Really, anyone who knew what to do with the egg. Miseal sure didn't.



“Talk.”

OCC: Shadow can't do hatching threads to save her life! Open for all tagging @Rexanna @Daetiin for your mentioned interests