[aw] magnifique bateau

Skoll Haskel · 02-22-2012, 09:59 AM

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Word Count :: 395 Someone to gawk at the boat with him or tell him about it? ^^

The prince had finally reached the pier, to see the reason that Cercatori d’Arte had opened its borders to the outsiders. He galloped along the boardwalk, nearly slipping and bumping into other canines as he ran. He weaved between legs, his ears swiveling forward as he heard the low rumble of the ocean waves. There was no fear in his heart, however, even as he scented the briny sea and remembered his own near-drowning there. This was different; he was among many others, safe, protected, and it was warm for late winter, and the sea looked tranquil rather than angry and thrashing—from what he could see of it.

Most of his vision was blocked by a monstrosity made of wood, and Skoll finally skidded to a halt as he stared at the impressive feat of engineering constructed by the artists. His mouth gaped for a moment, and his pink tongue spilled out as his lips quirked into a grin. This was absolutely amazing! He’d never seen a boat before, maybe some decayed ones docked at Cour des Miracles’ port Lunenburg, but those had obviously not been as majestic as this ship bobbing on the water!

He could barely even comprehend that luperci made this. It was big like a building and wooden and grand, as if transported out of the time of the humans. He’d no frame of reference, of course, but it was a miracle floating before him nonetheless. And it prickled at his mind as he stared—that maybe he could build something when he got bigger, when he’d shifted into an upright torso and dexterous hands. Maybe not a boat, but if an entire pack could construct a seafaring vessel, maybe he could make something smaller all by himself! His expression grew hazy as his thoughts deepened, but at that point a gull cried overhead and nearly splattered him with a messy white projectile.

Tilting his head up to bark at the sea bird, giving it the dirtiest look he could manage, Skoll trotted along the pier once more to get closer to the ship. He wondered if the d’Artisans would let people climb on it, or if it was only to look at and not touch like so many things adults had. He laughed at the thought, energized and happy, and as he padded closer let out a low “Wowww!”

Day by day we fall apart, disintegrate the lightning rains across the sky, but comes too late to change the mood and save us now; it's criminal the way we love, the way we hate it's almost human.

Image courtesy of Stuck in Customs

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