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04-10-2017, 09:29 PM
 Maybe I Like That I'm Not Alright
The island below him trailed off into a finger-like point that stuck out further into the glimmering water. In some places, oddly shaped stones were scattered along the edge of the off-white sand just below the cool brim of the sea. Their dull colours were obscured as the waves rode over them, but nonetheless they intrigued him. Murdock had always been drawn to odd or out of place things, perhaps because he felt subconsciously that he would fit in better with that which was out of the ordinary. He began a slow spiral downwards, pale wings tucking in against his sides slightly to allow his streamlined body to descend through the warm air. Here and there he was bumped about by the odd thermal as the morning heat stirred up vertical currents, but for the most part his ride was smooth until his silver hooves were gliding along the rippling surface of the sea. Gently he let himself down into the knee-deep water, droplets spraying across his dark coat as his feet sank to the pillowy sand and he folded his wings against his sides. The ocean had such a wonderful and comforting smell to him, as he had grown up near the sea and spent much of his childhood playing on rocky beaches. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the salty scent he knew so well. As he breathed out again and opened his eyes, he noticed another figure off in the distance. The stranger was walking along the edge of the water, seeming to comb the sands for something or perhaps just admiring the same stones he had been moments before. A small bird accompanied them, but from here he could not distinguish exactly what the creature was. The gentle breeze was from behind him at the time, so he could tell little about this unfamiliar figure from scent, but curiosity drew him closer through the playful waves until he was within earshot of the – ah, it was a mare. “Good morning,” he greeted her sweetly, dark lips curling into a warm smile as he waded through the blue waters toward her. The golden sands of the beach behind her rose up to where dense forest met its edge and he could see bright flowers and tangled vines nestled into the shadows between mossy trunks. He felt far more comfortable out here in the open with the waves lapping at his knees and sea foam tickling his belly. It was a beautiful morning and would likely continue to be an equally beautiful day. “Are you searching for something?” "Speech" |
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