09-18-2008, 08:39 PM
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 --  (!@#$%)A gust of wind--seemingly conjured up at the whim of some god from nothingness--whipped against the towering structure. Anselm's ears twitched slightly as the metal creaked and groaned in protest and he shifted slightly in his seat once the skies and water calmed once more. It was midday and the heavens were decorated with puffy cumulus clouds against a crystal blue backdrop. The clouds were spaced far enough apart that their individual shapes could be recognised, although those shapes perpetually shifted and morphed. Some would swirl about before disintegrating entirely and they all moved fairly quickly across the sky. At the very least, their movement was noticeable to him. (!@#$%)Up at the very top of the lighthouse he sat, fully shifted with his legs dangling over the edge. His arms either rested on the beams of fence in front of him or were propped up behind him to support his weight; sometimes he'd lay back entirely and stare straight up into the sky. This was a strange place, he'd decided. It was bizarre how solitary it was--one structure reaching up from the ocean to the sky, one huge mass of water all around, etc. The drone of the waves quickly faded into the background and the only other sounds were the cries of the gulls, which could also be ignored. What a strange place, and what a strange way to spend the day just sitting there, lost in himself...  |