10-01-2018, 06:31 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"] The salty tang of the ocean coated the tongue of a creature from a different world, umber lips curling up in tilted grin as calls of gulls filled keen ears. Small, white wooden boat rocking as waves pull it closer and closer to the incoming beach, contentment and relief settling in weary bones tired of drifting in the vast sea. A journey over until the time comes to leave. Pointed ears swivel forward with a faint sigh while observant hazel eyes sweep across the empty beach of a territory unknown to them. Flickers of various souls catching the attention of the vagabond immortal cause interest and excitement to tickle the mocha hued savannah. New start in a location she would come to remember and releases a thoughtful hum. The wonders of those that resided here would be enough to quench the thirst for knowledge until she deemed enough.
Long whiskers quiver and shifted in the gently rocking boat before standing up, tail lazily moving back in forth as muscles tensed while the lean feline crouched, jaws grasping the thick rock beneath her feet. Best pull it to shore now, hm? Muscles uncoil the second DXCIII launched out of said boat and into the water, and their body twitches as the sudden coldness and churned feet to surface with a small gasp and a shake of the head. Teeth sink into the thick rope between them and began the path of bringing it to the vacant shoreline. Within a timely manner, DXCIII’s feet touch sand and slowly brings the boat onto the sand inch by inch until half out of the chilly water. Satisfied, the mocha savannah gives herself several shakes to dry out her fur, thankful for the Sun’s rays to help the process of drying go a bit faster.
"'ey! Anyone wanna come say hello? I know you’re out there. I can see ya."
Deep and raspy come the words of the newcomer whilst retrieving her satchel and turns relaxed facial features in the direction the mountains beyond the forested area, then towards the wharf with a silent curse of not ending up there instead. Oh well.
"Name’s DXCIII and ‘m here to stay for a bit, if that’s fine with ya."
Long whiskers quiver and shifted in the gently rocking boat before standing up, tail lazily moving back in forth as muscles tensed while the lean feline crouched, jaws grasping the thick rock beneath her feet. Best pull it to shore now, hm? Muscles uncoil the second DXCIII launched out of said boat and into the water, and their body twitches as the sudden coldness and churned feet to surface with a small gasp and a shake of the head. Teeth sink into the thick rope between them and began the path of bringing it to the vacant shoreline. Within a timely manner, DXCIII’s feet touch sand and slowly brings the boat onto the sand inch by inch until half out of the chilly water. Satisfied, the mocha savannah gives herself several shakes to dry out her fur, thankful for the Sun’s rays to help the process of drying go a bit faster.
"'ey! Anyone wanna come say hello? I know you’re out there. I can see ya."
Deep and raspy come the words of the newcomer whilst retrieving her satchel and turns relaxed facial features in the direction the mountains beyond the forested area, then towards the wharf with a silent curse of not ending up there instead. Oh well.
"Name’s DXCIII and ‘m here to stay for a bit, if that’s fine with ya."
◜❛ ✭ ❜◞ -— BUT IT'S THE LAST TIME I BLOODIED MY HANDS
i'm living in vain, i never promised you a damn thing