11-05-2009, 10:16 PM
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[/html]There was a haze of teal around the edges of the world, deepening into a dark blue that seemed to swallow any noise that rose off the earth. Beppe had slipped out of the house he and his son had been staying in as quietly possible and made his way down to the shoreline. The ocean was a source of comfort for the male, its constant and rhythmic beat against the shore something that he could rely on. With his toes reaching far enough to touch the very tips of the waves as they rose, the ebony wolf sat quietly, peering across the ocean. The sun would emerge from the water soon, shrouded in its layers of gold and crimson, but he had time to sit and watch, keeping company with the stars that knew their time was short.
It had been a long time since the incident at the river, and it was starting to feel like it had never happened. Suddenly and unexplicably, there was a piece of him missing, but his own misery weighed more on his mind than the actual event. Beppe knew why he felt hollow, but he was incapable of remembering the smiles of his daughters or the tricky wink of his missing son. The ocean seemed to wash away his concern, or at least mask it for the time being, and he relished the darkness and the rhythm of the waves. He did not feel whole, but he did not feel empty. [html][/html]