[size=9pt]Moon had never come to the beach before. He wasn't fond of its eeriness, when all that could be heard was the wash and drag of waves too powerful for their own good. No voices, no laughter. It left something to be desired; For Moon, at least. Silence was something he wished he could live without, and yet, it crept up on him like this, on days where the Sun was hidden under a layer of grey and sleep was a foreign thing. Restless, exhausted, he wandered the undergrowth near the shore, a safe enough distance from the Ocean's grabs. No way did he want to smell like wet cat, anyway.
It was from a passing glance that he spotted Imperia, and everything got that bit better. She was wading in the water, up to her legs. A silver, otherworldly thing, she looked like she belonged there. It was a very poetic site-- something to make the cut for some hippie's Windows Screensaver, and even though Moon didn't have an eloquent bone in his body, he could see the symbolism, the aesthetics, whatever, in the scene. Something from a movie.
So he carried himself towards her, taking his time in a stroll on restless paws both because he hadn't slept and also because he was fully aware she wasn't so happy with him. Her outburst the other day hit pretty hard, sent him into a spiral of weird emotions and reminiscing that made no sense. But he was ready to get back to his typical self, crack a bad joke and pretend it never happened. At least, as he trailed forward, he had a pretty scene to watch.
He looked back and she seemed shorter, smaller, the waves stronger. Something cold crawled up his legs and into his chest and he watched her, there one minute, gone the other. That's when he stopped fucking strolling. Water his is body hard and cold when he propelled himself into it, but he barely recognized the shock that took over his system. Where was she? She'd been just there, he swore. "Imperia! Peri!" Voice laced with barely concealed desperation, the lion thrashes through the water till he has to swim and, still, she's no where to be found. "Where are you? Where the fuck did you go?" The water slips up his head, over his mane, into his mouth. This has got to be some elaborate joke; no way do the Gods hate him enough to take away the one person he cared about, the instant he started caring about them.
And then she broke surface. With force that looks painful, she's thrown from the water and she lands on the beach. He thinks, there's some fucking killer whale in these waters and it's after taking her for a joint and spitting her out and now she's dead, she's dead, she's dead. But then he sees her lift herself to her paws, and she's very much alive. Those dumb eyes were still at it.
He stumbles from the water, thoroughly soaked and dripping, and comes to the wolf's side. There's anxiety in his veins, and he snaps. "What in the hell was that? You think you can just-- Doggy paddle into that shit? This isn't some kiddie pool, Peri!" Perhaps he should calm down slightly, he thinks, a far-away thought. He does, forcibly, and as he speaks he's slowly less frantic, slowly more worried. His chest heaves. "What the fuck just happened? Are you- are you hurt?"
It was from a passing glance that he spotted Imperia, and everything got that bit better. She was wading in the water, up to her legs. A silver, otherworldly thing, she looked like she belonged there. It was a very poetic site-- something to make the cut for some hippie's Windows Screensaver, and even though Moon didn't have an eloquent bone in his body, he could see the symbolism, the aesthetics, whatever, in the scene. Something from a movie.
So he carried himself towards her, taking his time in a stroll on restless paws both because he hadn't slept and also because he was fully aware she wasn't so happy with him. Her outburst the other day hit pretty hard, sent him into a spiral of weird emotions and reminiscing that made no sense. But he was ready to get back to his typical self, crack a bad joke and pretend it never happened. At least, as he trailed forward, he had a pretty scene to watch.
He looked back and she seemed shorter, smaller, the waves stronger. Something cold crawled up his legs and into his chest and he watched her, there one minute, gone the other. That's when he stopped fucking strolling. Water his is body hard and cold when he propelled himself into it, but he barely recognized the shock that took over his system. Where was she? She'd been just there, he swore. "Imperia! Peri!" Voice laced with barely concealed desperation, the lion thrashes through the water till he has to swim and, still, she's no where to be found. "Where are you? Where the fuck did you go?" The water slips up his head, over his mane, into his mouth. This has got to be some elaborate joke; no way do the Gods hate him enough to take away the one person he cared about, the instant he started caring about them.
And then she broke surface. With force that looks painful, she's thrown from the water and she lands on the beach. He thinks, there's some fucking killer whale in these waters and it's after taking her for a joint and spitting her out and now she's dead, she's dead, she's dead. But then he sees her lift herself to her paws, and she's very much alive. Those dumb eyes were still at it.
He stumbles from the water, thoroughly soaked and dripping, and comes to the wolf's side. There's anxiety in his veins, and he snaps. "What in the hell was that? You think you can just-- Doggy paddle into that shit? This isn't some kiddie pool, Peri!" Perhaps he should calm down slightly, he thinks, a far-away thought. He does, forcibly, and as he speaks he's slowly less frantic, slowly more worried. His chest heaves. "What the fuck just happened? Are you- are you hurt?"
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