till sundown - open; creeping sand

[rhosmari]

His sense of time was getting better, at least that was what he was telling himself. As the sun went down things started to quiet down more. The temperature around him started to go down and it started to get much colder. Night was approaching and he had yet decided to try and make his way back to his house. He told himself that if he got this far on his own then he would make it all the way back on his own. Yet, he hadn't moved. He was remembering this scene, what it looked like to be able to see the ocean and the ways. His first time had been a marvel. He had never seen water so large and unfortunately for him so undrinkable. He remembered both Rhine, Nine, Vaas, Drifting, and Foam all clamoring to tell him that he shouldn't drink the water. To his horror it could literally make him thirst to death. The ocean did provide food though and he wanted to someday try and catch something. Well, back then he had wanted to try it. Now though it seemed like such a distant dream. Blind eyes lowered to the ground and he contemplated on how hard it would be to try now. How would he see the fish? Would he be able to sense them? A bubble of anger lifted up in him, so strong and hate filled that it surprised even him and he knew whom it was directed at. He knew who it was directed at and he steeled himself, breathing in deeply. "It was an accident..."

He had to tell himself that, he had to. He was just a child and that was not fair to hold such anger against him. Sharply he turned away from the ocean, the waves not soothing and he started to hesitantly make his way back to his home. Trudging across the sands he wasn't paying attention and the fine grains seemed to pull after each step he made. As if trying to get him to stop but he moved on till he felt something sliding and coiling around his leg. Or rather he had to stop considering it was a strong like tether to the ground. But the blind cat just thought it was someone playing a clever trick. "Haha, it's really funny. Now come on, let go of my leg. It's getting really cold and I wanna get home." But whomever it was didn't budge and the maine coon tried to swipe at them but it was just empty air. His fur fluffed up and he angled his ears forward but heard no breathing. The sensation of something crawling around his back leg came next and he cried out in panic, shaking hard and all the sand fell back to the beach floor in a soft gentle hiss. "What is that?!" He twisted trying to right himself so that he could flee and run home when he felt it again this time the sand wrapped around his tail and hung there. "Get off! I don't want what you're selling!"

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