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Shattered coast, Witch's Cauldron. 300+
Black sands stretched out beneath his feet, reaching out to the sea where small waves splashed fruitlessly against the dark shore. From behind a jagged rock wall towered over him, its pointed spires arching into a sky where the dusky pink of the approaching evening could be seen between the patches of clouds overhead. This color reflected off the gently tossing ocean, adding to the surreal look of the cove. It was a peculiar place and Ehno wondered how he had managed to discover it. The Marino had skirted along the edge of the new pack as he made his way east, and somehow he found himself carefully navigating along a rocky path. Before he knew it, he discovered the unnaturally dark sands of this cove.
The chocolate hued male stepped away from the jagged stone wall and wandered toward the beach. He stopped a couple of meters away from the salty waters and sat down, placing his worn out bag beside him. He absentmindedly glided his hand over the artificial sand, its strange texture tickling him slightly. Amber gaze focused on the ocean, for a moment blocking everything else out. The ocean always had a way of calming him and allowing his mind to focus its thoughts more clearly. The male decided to stay here to remain in the company of the splashing waves rather than continue out to Halifax as he had originally intended.
He had been restless the past few days, though he seemed to be slowly coping with all the changes that had befallen his previously quiet life. So many things had happened in such a short time, he could hardly believe it. But now he was falling back into his old routines, moving on as if everything was normal. That was what worried him, made him restless. Was this now what normal was, with his family stressed and his friend by herself in the city? This temporary change in scenery was one of his ways to cope with the change. Maybe he could distract himself long enough that the part of him that so strongly resisted the change would fade away. Then maybe he would really be able to feel normal again.
Black sands stretched out beneath his feet, reaching out to the sea where small waves splashed fruitlessly against the dark shore. From behind a jagged rock wall towered over him, its pointed spires arching into a sky where the dusky pink of the approaching evening could be seen between the patches of clouds overhead. This color reflected off the gently tossing ocean, adding to the surreal look of the cove. It was a peculiar place and Ehno wondered how he had managed to discover it. The Marino had skirted along the edge of the new pack as he made his way east, and somehow he found himself carefully navigating along a rocky path. Before he knew it, he discovered the unnaturally dark sands of this cove.
The chocolate hued male stepped away from the jagged stone wall and wandered toward the beach. He stopped a couple of meters away from the salty waters and sat down, placing his worn out bag beside him. He absentmindedly glided his hand over the artificial sand, its strange texture tickling him slightly. Amber gaze focused on the ocean, for a moment blocking everything else out. The ocean always had a way of calming him and allowing his mind to focus its thoughts more clearly. The male decided to stay here to remain in the company of the splashing waves rather than continue out to Halifax as he had originally intended.
He had been restless the past few days, though he seemed to be slowly coping with all the changes that had befallen his previously quiet life. So many things had happened in such a short time, he could hardly believe it. But now he was falling back into his old routines, moving on as if everything was normal. That was what worried him, made him restless. Was this now what normal was, with his family stressed and his friend by herself in the city? This temporary change in scenery was one of his ways to cope with the change. Maybe he could distract himself long enough that the part of him that so strongly resisted the change would fade away. Then maybe he would really be able to feel normal again.