Story of a beast / Joining / with those four dirty paws

[Grimm]

With the dawning blush of peach against the horizon promise was written anew, untold that which may transpire, routine formed yet, more often than not, broken. His own basic, rousing occurring as the sun arose above the duel edge, sky and ocean never met to meet though each seemed to try, easy meal giving way to destinationless wandering. Accustomed had he grown to walking the length of the shore, working back over his own steps before they grew muddled with further traffic. Always was it there, the hushed murmur, permanent the cycle tide enacted against sodden grains, the clamorous conclusion of each wave echoing thunder that silenced his mind.

Broken this simple routine, the pleasure found in action that involved no need for complex thought, begun anew those strands as worry peaked.

Names. To the one who bellowed in a voice broken and harsh such, yet to child they were little more than cause for concern, over shoulder casting a fretful glance. Not overly great the distance between his current placement and the camp, though ease allowed the notion to fall to the wayside. A child was he still in their eyes and a desire burned in his chest, a want to prove that which he believed a truth when he truly was nothing more than a foolish boy with his head too stuffed with dreams. Slow still his pace, but begun again with trajectory shifted, closer to where the tide ended and was forced into retreat once more Foam treading. Too soon it ended once more, surprise worn apparent, mouth opening for a moment, beginning to work over words that he gave no voice to.

Illumination cast bright bands through the thin membrane adorning felled beast, familiar yet stranger, prior encounters with similar enough to quell his fear, if only enough to take a few more unsure steps. Still great the distance between, robbed of his own voice tense the moments that passed as he watched the other grow silent beyond his sorrow, each sob accompanied by a new cascade. "No need cry. Do you… need help." Unnecessary such query, yet it fell from tongue caught between teeth upon its conclusion, closer still Foam crawling.

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i think that's a burn but we seldom learn, you know fire's too strict a teacher, stoking up the coal with another pull silence and smoke poured out, but there'll be time in distant days, time enough for me to shape my ways where my ambitions lift my indifference and no more of the day is a waste

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