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* crunch / eating sands - ... - 11-17-2018

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NAME: ... ¦ GENDER: ? ¦ LEVEL: 2 ¦ ♡: 1
STR: 1 ¦ DEF: 1 ¦ CON: 1 ¦ DEX: 1 ¦ INT: 1
PER: 2 ¦ CHR: 1 ¦ AGL: 1 ¦ WIL: 1 ¦ LCK: 1
Careful gaze on the sands as they presses against Their warm belly and limbs. Forepaws pat the bay, unconsciousness in the continuous motions, gentle with a certain rhythm to it—whish, whash, whish, whash, whish, whash. A pattern of the shores singing to Their world in rich gold. They glances over to the spot where They recalled the white kit digging a hole there, resulted in some sands flying into Their mouth and tasted the kick of the ocean for the first time since They arrived in the Typhoon...

Since ever.

Curiosity gradually slips into celestial mind. At first, They lets it burn for a bit while They watches the shores, however, it eventually becomes too bright for Them to ignore it. With forepaws now quivering, They creates a small pile of the sands before Them and tilts Their head. They blinks at it a couple of times before They immediately takes a bite out of the pile. The familiar sensation kicked Them, though, this time, They didn't spit it out. Instead, They lets it remain within mouth as They plays with the taste, grimacing after each few seconds.

Eyes now full of tears, They releases a small sneeze. Some sands released suddenly from sore mouth, yet, unfortunate is still held between Their teeth.

( * Sands ▼  )


Re: * crunch / eating sands - Masie - 11-17-2018

Wandering forward she noticed something strange going on instantly with her sharp nearly amber optics, blinking subtly before deciding to approach. Jumping a few feet instead of walking it, she tilted her head as she circled him once to take things in better. Had he just tried to eat sand? Oh gosh, her face dropped for a second, she had done that once near the nest, it wasn't tasty. "Go." she was chittering, head bumping into him, as she tried to get the other to move. He needed water, fresh water like from the creeks and she had no way to bring him any so she was going to need to find some way to bring him to it.

Re: * crunch / eating sands - FELIKS - 11-17-2018

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Y'know, he'd never actually tasted sand before. It was unsurprising giving his roots and affinities for colder clans, a curious creature like himself may have been interested at some point regardless. Each grain belonged to a rock after all, plenty of birds and bird-like creatures used such hard things to break down foods... no, he was still not tempted. An oddity of a thought brought about by seeing a pile of sand stacked like a bad dinner, it wasn't until a sneeze erupted from behind it that Feliks figured out there was more life than him around. An invisible brow was raised, slowly circling around the structures to get a better look when Masie got to the entity before he could. For now he trusted the dinosaur, but Feliks still stuck around out of aforementioned inquisitiveness.

The young figure finally came into view, emerald eyes narrowing in thought as the other appeared to be gritty in their resolve to do something with the sand. Unless they had swallowed a pufferfish, the Privateer doubted it was anything else but the beach that the nameless one had chosen to eat. An exasperated sigh escaped him, uncomfortable in playing the 'responsible adult' role but resorting to it anyways. He'd already proved he was a naive figure by not realising someone was around, if another child died on his watch with that in mind (his own or otherwise), Feliks wouldn't know what to do. Approaching closer, flexing a talon in preparation in case he had to force the sand out of the other's mouth, the gryphon would clear his throat.

"Hey, spit that out. Trust me, plenty of better things 'round here you can be munching on. You'll destroy a crab's home or something by doing that,". An internal grimace fell upon him as he was reminded of a crab invasion not too long ago, but with the crustacean's war long since over, he'd rather not destroy the armistice.