10-06-2018, 07:09 PM
The scent of sea salt and scent of oceanic decay was stronger the closer Kazbiel traveled towards the coast. The roar of the waves hitting the sea battered rocks were enough to make the weakest willed of men cower at the strength of the sea, and yet the black jaguar didn’t find it terrifying or even the slightest indifferent, on the contrast he just had a respect for the ocean, for she was dangerous but yet kind to those who were not foolish to get on her bad side. Perhaps it was good enough to make an offering to any said god that might dwell in this part of the known world.
There was a lot of beach, than there was trees. The jaguar prefered trees to sand, since with sand came crabs. He hated those scurrying creatures, but they sure did taste good, so there was something pleasant about them. He had the displeasure of removing a crab that got too close to his tail, and got a hold of it with a claw, of which he was quick with enough to stunt the crab by flicking his tail like a whip onto any rock, after stifling any yowl of pain that would have followed afterwards.
Annie would have laughed herself into a giggling fit if she were to witness that, he raised an eye towards the sky seeing that it was somewhat a clear or clear enough for mild weather. Any sign of a storm was always ten times worse out on open water, for there is only there you were at the mercy of the seas. He had traveled far from Sunhaven, of where he had left his sister in safe hands. He cared not about the clan laws, or rules or whatever, he was nomadic by default, and would prefer privacy in his tasks.
Tasks of which was his own business, and nothing else.