[/html]Ethereal Eclipse proved never ending. It was ridiculously mystifying to even know of the day's forecast since the Eclipse was tightly packed with dense flora; most of the branches above tangled beyond any method to break them apart to make them linear. The forest was damp and shadowy, secrets behind every bend and crevice, and no true significance if it was a sunny afternoon or overcast. There was always an encroaching loom, one that Kaitriona could grow used to in its comfortable serenity, but also one of caution. The sharpness of marine salt, however, struck Kaitriona bewildered to smell such a fragrance even in the deep tangle of the woodland. At a comfortable gait, Outlaw guided them through the Eclipse while the sudden marine salt aroma sent her short follicles of black to stand on end. Her entire existence froze upon the equine, her sapphire eyes zoning out into nothingness ahead. Her nostrils flared, almost hesitantly, at the reverie of what the coastline smelled like. To others, it might remind them of sandy shores, squawking seagulls, and light sunburns, but to Kaitriona… it reminded her of her almost demise.
Kaitriona didn't direct Outlaw in another direction from the salty aroma. She was intently curious if the coastline was the case a couple miles forward, and at the same time… the memories of escaping the Aleutian Islands reminded her of the exact smell, the exact choking of salt water, she remembered when escaping to the mainland. The sting of saltwater could be felt in the back of her nose and throat again, remembering the ocean's cold waves attempting to suffocate her, drown her. The duo migrated westward, the flora beginning to gradually pull itself apart the more they edged toward the coastal peninsular. Gradually growing brighter, Kaitriona's sapphire eyes squinted once the dense forest was left behind, and before them was the open horizon of creamy sand and endless blue.
Apache Outlaw stopped himself to crane his neck higher, looking onward. The sea side was no place for an equine, and moving tediously forward, was not accustomed to walking in sinkable sand. Hooves and strong legs gave under the easy sink, to which Kaitriona nudged him to halt before it grew any more tedious for him to go forward. Mounting off, her feet were met with the wonderful warm sensation of tickling sand falling between her claws and toes. Stumbling slightly, as she was not perfected to walking perfectly in sinkable sand, Kaitriona approached the hardened coastline where the waves rushed up the shore.
… Which was where she clambered with half her life out of the ocean swallowing her whole, the tides attempting to drag her back into the abyss one last time with the strength it held in heavy waves. A mermaid merely spat out as a poor rejection, saltwater filled her lungs and nose to suffocation with no mercy. Her chest heaved in painful convulsions, choking out spittle of water and attempting to suck in fresh oxygen at the same time, the process difficult. The ocean waters were unforgiving in icy touch, falling prey to tremors of hypothermia instantly. She almost didn't survive the cliff dive down, injuring her upper thigh in the process, and then having to fight off the onslaught of waves churned angry by the previous sea storm. Kaitriona picked the wrong day to execute her false death to the Aleutians during a coastal storm, but if she would have waited any longer, she would have been done for; a fate much worse than dealing with the sea would have killed her…
The reverie sent chills spiraling down her spine, shaking her head of the memories as a seagull squalled in the distance. The horizon was beautiful, but an even better reason to fear deep bodies of any water. The ocean was a beautiful but dangerous entity, one that Kaitriona hoped never to cross again. She didn't realize she suddenly sat on the warm sandy bank, legs outstretched in front. Perhaps Kaitriona collapsed in the midst of her daze, or apprehensively welcomed the strange touch of warm sand against her fur. It was almost comforting, in a strange sense.
Unwilling to Stay, Unwilling to Leave
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Humming the young artist looked out at the horizon. It was a truly beautiful sight today. The sun struck it just right, the cresting waves coming forwards sparkling. Birds flew overhead, with Tehu the sharpest sight of them all, the glistening red and blue feathers a sharp contrast to the white gulls overhead. He was small compared to them, but she believed that he looked amazingly handsome. With the easel laying before her Dalgina happily sketched out the sights. The charcoal began to make it's rough marks, outlining where the ocean was meant to be, as well as a sketch of the clouds in the sky, and the glistening birds. Next she began to add in the detail. A soft touch here, adding in some more details there. The birds began to fill out, with the crest of the waves hitting at the top. How she was going to capture the light when she hadn't brought her paint Dalgina wasn't sure, but a cry from Tehu brought her attention up. Glancing over she realized she wasn't the only one on the beach. It was a short distance away, a female sitting on the sand with her horse next to her. Wavering Dalgina wondered if she should leave her easel, and just head back to her pack. Away from the stranger. Or maybe she could continue her art, and ignore her. What to do? .dreamyflies b {font-weight:bold; color:#9999cc; letter-spacing:.5px} .dreamyflies p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .dreamyflies {margin:0 auto; width:600px; background-color:#f0aade; background-image:url(http://i43.tinypic.com/w1v1ac.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #ebc7d7; padding: 300px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#93649d; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html]
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Matters grew worse as the stranger noticed her. Now what? Panicking a little she dropped her gaze, looking over to the nearby trees. Irresistibly her eyes dragged back to meet that of the wolf's. It seemed they were locked together, neither sure what to do now that another had come into their presence. Dalgina shifted slightly, looking to her painting before glancing to the wolf again. It was short flickers, her eyes always returning with unease. The silence stretched on, almost becoming a sound on it's own amid the crashing of the waves and the calls of the birds. This was something she could deal with. No. She paused, not quite speaking again for some time as her eyes lingered over the other's form. The female was graceful in her build, a smooth shining pelt with a glistening sheen to it that Dalgina could only envy. Tattoos colored her body, as well as scars. Realizing she was staring Dalgina shook her head again. I was drawing the ocean. Feeling a need to prove it Dalgina pulled down the canvas, and slowly walked over. Placing it on the ground she turned it so the other could see the incomplete landscape. .dreamyflies b {font-weight:bold; color:#9999cc; letter-spacing:.5px} .dreamyflies p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .dreamyflies {margin:0 auto; width:600px; background-color:#f0aade; background-image:url(http://i43.tinypic.com/w1v1ac.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #ebc7d7; padding: 300px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#93649d; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+ [/html]
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The fluid steps of the horse worked well towards convincing Dalgina that he would make some lovely art. Perhaps she should draw him after she was done with the current picture. His steps weren't perfectly even, but that held an appeal to her, simply rocking things further out of balance. The wolf's grip on the canvas was tight, her claws digging slightly into the edges. It didn't help her nerves any with the way that the wolf was staring at her, eyes promising pain if she did anything to her.
Settling down a small distance away Dalgina let the art be looked over, nervous about what would be thought about it. She had been doing her best to create a beautiful copy of the ocean and capture it's beauty. She couldn't tell if it was good enough. The compliment got a tiny smile out of the wolf, her tail wagging. Thanks. Ducking her head Dalgina placed it back on the ground, staring over at the waves once more as they crashed against the shore. I've been painting since I learned to shift, so four months? |