[ooc] -- i thought you'd be there.
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
The work to arrive at this beach proved to be much more difficult than the other beaches she had explored in these lands. Cercelee wasn’t sure why she had gone to all the trouble really, her own lands had a beautiful harbor, whisper beach was only right outside the pack borders. Even if she was tired of those two, there were others not quite as impossible to reach as this particular beach. It wouldn’t have been quite so hard if not for the coyote clan she had almost stumbled upon. So it seemed that Inferni was alive and well, no doubt they would have kept the name. There had only been one coyote clan in the old lands for as long as she knew, and although she knew better than to ever trust them, there was something nice to be said they were loyal enough to stick together after the fire. How many other packs or clans had survived with the majority of their members in tact?
Still, had they not existed her trek would have been all the easier. Instead she had skirted the clan and come to a mountain, the mountain in fact that she had crossed once when running from the blazes. Yet she wanted to know what was on the other side of the coyote clan so she had begin to climb up the side of the mountain to skirt the clan best as she could, despite the long walk it had taken just to reach the mountain itself. Now that she had her answer, she realized just how narrow the land they lived on was now. An exaggerated causeway it seemed, with beaches, harbors and ocean everywhere she looked. That was fine though, Cercelee liked the beach well enough. With the ocean hugging both sides of the land, she felt as if she couldn’t really fun away from this place. Scorched lands came up from behind, water guarded the sides and so if she really did want to run, she only had one direction to choose.
Moving closer to the water, Cercelee’s navy eyes spotted the large, colorful flowers that dotted the land a bit away. Sunflowers? A whole field of them? The female found it strange, but beautiful none the less, maybe she would go and investigate more throughly, once she rest. Both her legs and lungs reminded her of just how far she had traveled, and eyes back to the ocean, the female let herself collapse into the sand. The sand was softer than most anything she could think of, and the female always felt very rejuvenated after a rest in the rocks worn so small and smooth they became soil. And so she lay, eyes half shut, watching the reflection of the sun on the water, waiting for dusk.
