Post by bloodwood on Nov 11, 2009 17:13:28 GMT -5
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Maybe it is not the view from the cliff that stretches out to the ocean for its hand that catches. Perhaps it is the flatness of the tar black glass that is called the sea, that draws you in. It seemed like a haunted crag on the soars of this land. Perhaps it was why people loved this place so much. It was... the end of the land. The slow, leaf gentle breeze rustled Adara's fur. The Brandy red Akita stood proud at the tip of the cliff, her curved tail soft and bushy, her legs had a beautiful prowess, her small, sharp jet black eyes scanned the scenery with intent, her black nose twitching as she smelt the air. She had an old rope around her neck from her dead master, and hadn't taken it off.
She loved the feel of the cold morning breeze in her fur, the sea mist had started moving back over the black glass sea. She barked, a high bark which echoed around the beach. She turned, and started trotting elegantly down the path, back to the beach. She looked around at the the almost abandoned Scatterstone beach. No one ever came here did they? It was empty. Nothing to it. She'd be lucky to find another creature here.
The sound of her soft paws on the sand and stone was almost mute, her light little body carried her silently across the white coastline. What exactly was nothing? To her, this was it. There should be noise, animals, HUMANS even! Where was everyone! She barked again and again, even a howl. Hopefully someone would here her!
Maybe it is not the view from the cliff that stretches out to the ocean for its hand that catches. Perhaps it is the flatness of the tar black glass that is called the sea, that draws you in. It seemed like a haunted crag on the soars of this land. Perhaps it was why people loved this place so much. It was... the end of the land. The slow, leaf gentle breeze rustled Adara's fur. The Brandy red Akita stood proud at the tip of the cliff, her curved tail soft and bushy, her legs had a beautiful prowess, her small, sharp jet black eyes scanned the scenery with intent, her black nose twitching as she smelt the air. She had an old rope around her neck from her dead master, and hadn't taken it off.
She loved the feel of the cold morning breeze in her fur, the sea mist had started moving back over the black glass sea. She barked, a high bark which echoed around the beach. She turned, and started trotting elegantly down the path, back to the beach. She looked around at the the almost abandoned Scatterstone beach. No one ever came here did they? It was empty. Nothing to it. She'd be lucky to find another creature here.
The sound of her soft paws on the sand and stone was almost mute, her light little body carried her silently across the white coastline. What exactly was nothing? To her, this was it. There should be noise, animals, HUMANS even! Where was everyone! She barked again and again, even a howl. Hopefully someone would here her!