12-19-2018, 12:17 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth; max-width: 55%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 10pt;"] Steady sounds of crashing waves. Glittering surface beneath the Sun’s rays. Salty tang to touch the tongue and filter through the nose. All to describe the allure of an beach in existence and one that many enjoyed— save for the few finding displeasure in water or fear it as a whole. A calming spot to linger around with others bustling about or entirely alone to relish solitude. It was a location the hellhound sought out most of the time after doing his job and coming back to spend time here.
A swamp didn’t hold the same attractiveness as a beach does. Squishy earth that sinks with ease at the slightest press and the buzzing insects that never cease to annoy anyone. Indeed, swamps weren’t a favorable place to live for the hound, but, if others found delight in the location, then so be it. It wasn’t for him, though, and the faintest whiff of it is more than enough to induce curiosity. Slender tail twitches and curls a tad while nostrils flare as paws trek across the earth towards the soul lingering not too far. Smoke and ash eyes focus on the figure as it becomes bigger and–
How odd.
A coloration that isn’t typical for a. . . feline. Head cocks to the side in slight interest before it goes back to its original position. The fiery ginger clears his throat to announce his presence ( Though, it is necessary? He’s much bigger and has hefty footsteps than most here. ) and part his jaws in order to speak.
”And whom might you be? And why are you here?” Gruff and firm is the tone of voice.
A swamp didn’t hold the same attractiveness as a beach does. Squishy earth that sinks with ease at the slightest press and the buzzing insects that never cease to annoy anyone. Indeed, swamps weren’t a favorable place to live for the hound, but, if others found delight in the location, then so be it. It wasn’t for him, though, and the faintest whiff of it is more than enough to induce curiosity. Slender tail twitches and curls a tad while nostrils flare as paws trek across the earth towards the soul lingering not too far. Smoke and ash eyes focus on the figure as it becomes bigger and–
How odd.
A coloration that isn’t typical for a. . . feline. Head cocks to the side in slight interest before it goes back to its original position. The fiery ginger clears his throat to announce his presence ( Though, it is necessary? He’s much bigger and has hefty footsteps than most here. ) and part his jaws in order to speak.
”And whom might you be? And why are you here?” Gruff and firm is the tone of voice.
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