07-14-2018, 10:50 PM
the subtle grace of gravity
[align=center]code by spacexual
Jacob didn't think he'd ever really found anything that cool on the beach. He'd found some pretty near shells one time. No, the reason Jacob came to Typhoon wasn't because of whatever he might find on the beach. He came because of Goldie and Deniz. He loved them, so, so much. He didn't have to find any treasure while he was here because he had them. Still, it'd be pretty neat to find something cool. He had to admit, it was nice looking around the beach, though. All the different rocks and shells have him a good reason to stop on his morning walks, which gave him a good reason to rest his legs. If anyone ever came by, he just said he was looking at an interesting geode he'd found rather than saying his legs were rapidly deteriorating due to severe damage from a fire he didn't like talking about and that no one actually knew about other than Jerseyboy and Pincher. While the incident with Caesar may have revealed he wasn't particularly fond of the substance, it didn't prove what happened. Still, he knew his clanmates must have some sort of suspicion regarding it all. With the way he stayed bandaged up and seemed to limp just about everywhere he went these days, someone had to know besides just Pincher. He knew Goldie worried, and he felt awful about that. She was so young, she shouldn't have to worry about anything. He supposed there was nothing he could do about that, though.
He had just finished one of his breaks, unsure of how long he'd sat in the same spot, pondering the same question, when he was Solvieg down the beach with some sort of box. He pushed himself to his paws, barely containing a grimace as he made his way towards her. After a couple weeks of being here now, he'd grown used to the shifting sand beneath his paws, even if it made it a bit more difficult to walk. It was more forgiving than the cold ground in Snowbound and he found himself both pleased and displeased with that. He felt a though this softness should make things easier but that didn't seem to be the case. It was too soft. The gentleness that he'd usual welcome made it harder for him to see. He almost wondered if that could be related to the tension he felt when things were easy. Even when nothing bad was happening, it was like his entire body tensed in anticipation of some kind of attack or atrocity. He needed to relax. The only way he could do that was to make distractions for himself, usually by setting goals that probably would mean very little in the grand scheme of things, sort of like walking towards Solvieg and her weird box.
"Solveig! Did ya' jus' find tha' 'ere?" the man called as he made his way over, soon coming beside her to look at the egg she held. He let a soft frown come to his maw as he looked it over. "Oh, gosh. What do ya' think's in tha'?"]/color] he asked before pausing a moment in thought. He tried to think of anything he'd seen like it before but he wasn't particularly great with identifying eggs unless it came to do with small birds. He loved birds, especially as a child, and he'd read just about everything he could get his paws on regarding them. This was definitely not a small bird, though. [color=#3f4c6f]"Ya' know, Roxie might be a good person ta' ask 'bout tha'. I know she knows a whole lot 'bout reptiles n' eggs n' stuff so I think she might help ya' identify it 'fore whatever it is hatches. Ya' also will wanna' find out so ya' know how ta' take care of it," he suggested, glancing to her and then back to the egg as he spoke.
He had just finished one of his breaks, unsure of how long he'd sat in the same spot, pondering the same question, when he was Solvieg down the beach with some sort of box. He pushed himself to his paws, barely containing a grimace as he made his way towards her. After a couple weeks of being here now, he'd grown used to the shifting sand beneath his paws, even if it made it a bit more difficult to walk. It was more forgiving than the cold ground in Snowbound and he found himself both pleased and displeased with that. He felt a though this softness should make things easier but that didn't seem to be the case. It was too soft. The gentleness that he'd usual welcome made it harder for him to see. He almost wondered if that could be related to the tension he felt when things were easy. Even when nothing bad was happening, it was like his entire body tensed in anticipation of some kind of attack or atrocity. He needed to relax. The only way he could do that was to make distractions for himself, usually by setting goals that probably would mean very little in the grand scheme of things, sort of like walking towards Solvieg and her weird box.
"Solveig! Did ya' jus' find tha' 'ere?" the man called as he made his way over, soon coming beside her to look at the egg she held. He let a soft frown come to his maw as he looked it over. "Oh, gosh. What do ya' think's in tha'?"]/color] he asked before pausing a moment in thought. He tried to think of anything he'd seen like it before but he wasn't particularly great with identifying eggs unless it came to do with small birds. He loved birds, especially as a child, and he'd read just about everything he could get his paws on regarding them. This was definitely not a small bird, though. [color=#3f4c6f]"Ya' know, Roxie might be a good person ta' ask 'bout tha'. I know she knows a whole lot 'bout reptiles n' eggs n' stuff so I think she might help ya' identify it 'fore whatever it is hatches. Ya' also will wanna' find out so ya' know how ta' take care of it," he suggested, glancing to her and then back to the egg as he spoke.
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