05-20-2012, 11:00 PM
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DAAAAAAMMMNNN. He liked this place. The familiar sand beneath his feet, the crashing of the water against the shore. Alistair felt right at home...Except for the looming clouds and the rocks. Ali hated rocks. Especially when he stepped on them. Rocks were like the demons of the beach. It really was a drag, because if the rocks weren't there, it would be perfect. Alistair took a cautious step towards the water, prepared for the worst. And of course, the worst came. Ali clenched his teeth together as the freezing water lapped at his toes. Erg. Not nice. After a few minutes with his feet in the water, his limbs became numb and the water didn't feel as cold anymore. But now he couldn't feel his feet. Alistair gave a rather unamused face, before stumbling out of the water with his unfeeling feet.
"Shut up, Dolaidh." Alistair barked, glaring at his horse. Dolaidh had a rebellious glint in her eyes as she seemed to be laughing from his drunkard-like walk. "Well, why don't you go in?" Alistair pushed her hindquarters, quickly earning a nip from the horse. Alistair gave a slight yelp, jumping away from the ornery beast. He grumbled, rubbing his now throbbing arm. "Damn horse. Why did I take you in the first place?' Alistair wished to smack her hindquarter, but he was rather frightened of the repercussions. Damn horse...
Alistair was dressed for a beach-like environment; he wore a pair of shorts (That had once been jeans) that ended just above his knees. He wore a loose v-neck, ending in a point just around the middle of his sternum. Faded in color, the shirt was once a bright green. Now, it was a faint emerald, more white than anything else. With his usually piercings and his rainbow hair up in his usual mohawk, Alistair looked no different from how he often looked. Well, besides the shirt. Shirts were rather troublesome, if he did say so himself. They were always a pain to wear and a pain to take off in those special situations. A sigh erupted from his mouth as he turned from his horse, gazing out towards the ocean. The ever familiar ocean. Despite how much love he had for it, he could never trust the mischievous waters. One minute, it could make him feel like a god. The next, he could be dead in it's watery grasps. Alistair set his hands on his hips, already making plans of settling in this area. It was the only beach-like area he had found so far, so until he found a better one...This would be his home.
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Quartz Shoreline. Afternoon, around two. Optime; unless stated otherwise. pgp: 4+
DAAAAAAMMMNNN. He liked this place. The familiar sand beneath his feet, the crashing of the water against the shore. Alistair felt right at home...Except for the looming clouds and the rocks. Ali hated rocks. Especially when he stepped on them. Rocks were like the demons of the beach. It really was a drag, because if the rocks weren't there, it would be perfect. Alistair took a cautious step towards the water, prepared for the worst. And of course, the worst came. Ali clenched his teeth together as the freezing water lapped at his toes. Erg. Not nice. After a few minutes with his feet in the water, his limbs became numb and the water didn't feel as cold anymore. But now he couldn't feel his feet. Alistair gave a rather unamused face, before stumbling out of the water with his unfeeling feet.
"Shut up, Dolaidh." Alistair barked, glaring at his horse. Dolaidh had a rebellious glint in her eyes as she seemed to be laughing from his drunkard-like walk. "Well, why don't you go in?" Alistair pushed her hindquarters, quickly earning a nip from the horse. Alistair gave a slight yelp, jumping away from the ornery beast. He grumbled, rubbing his now throbbing arm. "Damn horse. Why did I take you in the first place?' Alistair wished to smack her hindquarter, but he was rather frightened of the repercussions. Damn horse...
Alistair was dressed for a beach-like environment; he wore a pair of shorts (That had once been jeans) that ended just above his knees. He wore a loose v-neck, ending in a point just around the middle of his sternum. Faded in color, the shirt was once a bright green. Now, it was a faint emerald, more white than anything else. With his usually piercings and his rainbow hair up in his usual mohawk, Alistair looked no different from how he often looked. Well, besides the shirt. Shirts were rather troublesome, if he did say so himself. They were always a pain to wear and a pain to take off in those special situations. A sigh erupted from his mouth as he turned from his horse, gazing out towards the ocean. The ever familiar ocean. Despite how much love he had for it, he could never trust the mischievous waters. One minute, it could make him feel like a god. The next, he could be dead in it's watery grasps. Alistair set his hands on his hips, already making plans of settling in this area. It was the only beach-like area he had found so far, so until he found a better one...This would be his home.
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