04-26-2022, 10:59 PM
All welcome. Daighre is recently injured with a puncture bite mark on his right shoulder and a torn scruff. Both wounds are scabbed over and in the early process of healing.
The sun overhead set.
And with it, the ocean started to glow.
Waves of glowing, flowing blue as iridescence and bioluminescence rolled onto shore. The water breaking, lapping, quiet and muted.
The air cold.
Wet, and salted.
He grunted, as he took one step down the shore’s incline, from grass to sand.
Then another.
His ears flattened against the sides of his head. Teeth gritted, inside his pressed gums. The skin of his shoulder—no, the shitty fucking scab of his shoulder—taut.
Slow, and steady.
And with it, the ocean started to glow.
Waves of glowing, flowing blue as iridescence and bioluminescence rolled onto shore. The water breaking, lapping, quiet and muted.
The air cold.
Wet, and salted.
He grunted, as he took one step down the shore’s incline, from grass to sand.
Then another.
His ears flattened against the sides of his head. Teeth gritted, inside his pressed gums. The skin of his shoulder—no, the shitty fucking scab of his shoulder—taut.
Slow, and steady.
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