06-30-2011, 08:00 PM
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The sun glittered on the ocean, like thousands of diamonds swimming in a sapphire sea. The waves danced against the shore, slowly advancing for a short, shy kiss to the sands before retreating away. Between the intimate engagement, a lone body lay on the damp sand. Fjor gazed longingly at the sky, his amber eyes following the clouds lazily drifting across the sky.
He closed his eyes long enough to bring the joint to his lips. He breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, smoke curling from his nostrils.
Eighteen days, he thought. It was so vivid in his mind, as if it had all happened just yesterday, but felt so ethereal, so distant, as if it had been years. I've been running... for eighteen days.
And Natia... oh how he longed to hold her again. The smell of pine in her fur, her muzzle buried in his mane, the last time they kissed and the taste of raspberries that lingered on her tongue. Black as the night, but with warm, loving eyes. They reflected onto the world like buttercups on the chin of a pup.
And then a darkness clouded his thoughts. He raised a paw and waved them away, turning his head to stare out at the rocks on the far shore. A warmth lifted his mind as he felt the drugs taking effect, and he lazily let his lids slip shut again as the waves lapped against his backside. Drifting.... drifting...
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243 words
The sun glittered on the ocean, like thousands of diamonds swimming in a sapphire sea. The waves danced against the shore, slowly advancing for a short, shy kiss to the sands before retreating away. Between the intimate engagement, a lone body lay on the damp sand. Fjor gazed longingly at the sky, his amber eyes following the clouds lazily drifting across the sky.
He closed his eyes long enough to bring the joint to his lips. He breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, smoke curling from his nostrils.
Eighteen days, he thought. It was so vivid in his mind, as if it had all happened just yesterday, but felt so ethereal, so distant, as if it had been years. I've been running... for eighteen days.
And Natia... oh how he longed to hold her again. The smell of pine in her fur, her muzzle buried in his mane, the last time they kissed and the taste of raspberries that lingered on her tongue. Black as the night, but with warm, loving eyes. They reflected onto the world like buttercups on the chin of a pup.
And then a darkness clouded his thoughts. He raised a paw and waved them away, turning his head to stare out at the rocks on the far shore. A warmth lifted his mind as he felt the drugs taking effect, and he lazily let his lids slip shut again as the waves lapped against his backside. Drifting.... drifting...
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