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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2013 12:40:16 GMT -5
Waves crashed along the shore, broke against the sun-baked sands lining it. Gusts were present, furling the clothing, the hair, brushing against the ears of many to produce sounds all-too familiar. Voices clung to the soundings, made a pacifying white noise characteristic to the harbour-bound town of Hargeon. Some of those voices proved closer than others in regards to the fishing female. They were the sounds of children - three in total. Each in bathing suits, they found themselves squatting in a circle around a shelled something. It was a sea creature of some kind and against that shell, sticks - prodding sticks. The children were having a great time, prodding its shell with their sticks.
And then, there was black - a small sliver, nigh formless patch of black. It wove its way atop the sands rapidly, swerved, darted towards the youthful trio without them any the wiser. It was only when it was within their proximity did it make its presence known. It grew with abruptness into a frightening, bestial face with eyes as black as the night, pupils small, white like the motherly shed of the run against the pale body of the moon. They were clearly startled, screamed to make such a face apparent, and did not hesitate to run in the other direction far away from whatever it was that had scared them. As they ran, what was once formless no longer was. In fact, it appeared to be a small creature, black, perhaps with fur - but such was not clear. It possessed an air of adorability, especially as it rolled onto its back, rocking back and forth as it laughed up a storm. Obviously, the creature found its antics hilarious. [+]
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