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05-28-2013, 11:02 AM
Sunlight pours down over the fine, golden sand which spans for miles on all sides of the stallion. It cascades over his dark form as he strides across the beach, almost violent in its ways. The copper disk in the sky casts a dazzling glare upon the ocean's rolling crests, deep blue waters trashing against the shore, defining the line of battle between land and sea. The sun has chased away all clouds from the sky with its painfully white light, drenching the beach in its glistening warmth. It melts within Ghayth's electric eyes as he drinks in his surroundings. Sand, water, sun; they are accompanied by the non-musical whine of gulls in the distance, complaining even as they feast. He squints, gazing out at the white bodies floating on the breeze, weightless. Some collect around a dark pile of flesh in the distance. The stallion grimaces, catching the sickly odor of decay flitting on the wind. Though some might turn away from such a sight, he does not relent his steady pace, lazy as the tropical sun which hovers overhead. His nose pinches as he arrives at the carcass - an unfortunate, unidentifiable creature of the sea. A pair of gulls hastily retreats from him. Perhaps it was some kind of seal, but it is too decomposed to say for certain. Flesh-shrouded bones lay exposed, the skull picked clean. Uninterested any further, Ghayth continues onward, leaving the birds to their scavenging. He moves a few paces down the beach, away from the scent of putrefaction, and penetrates the shallows with his sleek, gray form. The breakers crash against his breasts, and he can feel the subtle pecking of fish at his cannons. He stands like this for a moment, statuesque, before impulsively driving into the brine and bobbing up quickly to the surface. Water drips from his face and muzzle, adhering to his sleek mane and causing it to clump. for Huyana <3 |
