07-19-2020, 11:07 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Constant hush, a lulling call framed in the turbulent peaks of foam laced waves. He knew both the danger and the beauty found in depths illuminated by the waning light of departing afternoon, had tended a fond affection. Yet broken had it been, left to drift upon the tide as the waves had been thrown into a dark frenzy, a storm wrought upon sea and sky alike. Lacking even the strict order of worried superiors to not approach until such a time they may be sure the period of storms had passed he would not have approached, hate a cruel shade against his heart.
From him had they been taken beneath the raging winds and whipped waves, a monster given teeth of salt water and the hollow cry of a hurricane.
Loose the grains upon which he tread, familiar even as it felt oddly alien, sticking to the sensitive flesh between his toes. The transition was expected, receding the high tide and within its wake left the dark hue of wet sand, a thick slurry of particles that lodged between fine hairs. Discomfort twisted about his lips, for a few futile moments an attempt to remove the offence performed. Heavy the sigh he uttered when it was but a waste, necessary the reclamation to the sensation.
Slow the pace he took, walking parallel to the wide expanse of water, at times halting as the tide rose about his ankles. Cool was it, a contrast to the sweltering heat the humid air held as on dragged summer as though reluctant to depart with the coming night, a sensation pleasant if annoying during the first few times. Premature the conclusion of his wandering, however, the hard and chilled surface of what was believed at first a stone drawing his eye.
"Stupid crab," the words fell, unbidden, from his tongue as realisation arose, the sand smeared shell hued in a bright crimson. Once more did paw come within close proximity to the partially buried crustation but his intended kick to dislodge it was disrupted, firm the hold of a claw that clamped down even as the owner was lifted into the air. Into his tongue did teeth bury, muffled his scream as about was pinched paw shaken, futile his hope to dislodge the rather displeased crab for it seemed intent on staying as long as it was capable.
From him had they been taken beneath the raging winds and whipped waves, a monster given teeth of salt water and the hollow cry of a hurricane.
Loose the grains upon which he tread, familiar even as it felt oddly alien, sticking to the sensitive flesh between his toes. The transition was expected, receding the high tide and within its wake left the dark hue of wet sand, a thick slurry of particles that lodged between fine hairs. Discomfort twisted about his lips, for a few futile moments an attempt to remove the offence performed. Heavy the sigh he uttered when it was but a waste, necessary the reclamation to the sensation.
Slow the pace he took, walking parallel to the wide expanse of water, at times halting as the tide rose about his ankles. Cool was it, a contrast to the sweltering heat the humid air held as on dragged summer as though reluctant to depart with the coming night, a sensation pleasant if annoying during the first few times. Premature the conclusion of his wandering, however, the hard and chilled surface of what was believed at first a stone drawing his eye.
"Stupid crab," the words fell, unbidden, from his tongue as realisation arose, the sand smeared shell hued in a bright crimson. Once more did paw come within close proximity to the partially buried crustation but his intended kick to dislodge it was disrupted, firm the hold of a claw that clamped down even as the owner was lifted into the air. Into his tongue did teeth bury, muffled his scream as about was pinched paw shaken, futile his hope to dislodge the rather displeased crab for it seemed intent on staying as long as it was capable.