07-21-2009, 05:43 PM
[html]
Lightning broke through the midnight darkness, briefly illuminating the empty beach with white, electric light. The night was darker than usual—no moon or stars visible against the inky blackness as the invisible cloud cover blocked out all starlight. Thunder rumbled softly across the ocean, vibrating the packed sand beneath Samael’s feet with the aftershock. But the storm was already receding into the distance, it’s contents since spilled onto the shattered coast. Emerging from the darkness of a cave, the coyote stretched lightly, baring snow-white fangs in a yawn. Jet-black darkness to eyes untrained, the predator could see well enough to find his way along the shoreline. Waves crashed against the rocks and sand, spraying the optime with briny water. He pushed back his bangs, wrinkling his muzzle faintly in disgust. With each step his feet sunk into the wet sand, mud encrusting his feet with slime and dirt. The Prince was not found of rain nor mud. He preferred to keep his gold and black coat pristine and this weather made it very difficult. His hair was matted and salty—dirt and sand buried within the strands.
Climbing the face of a rocky outcrop, claws grating against the stone surface, the moon finally broke free from its cloudy prison. The wind had picked up, chasing the storm from the area and blowing the cloud cover away, allowing the natural celestial illumination to freely cast its silver glow onto the night world. Perched atop his rocky throne, he pulled back his hood from his mutilated face and freed his hair from the simple leather thong that’d bound it. Running his nails through the highlighted strands, the Prince wished for a comb and a bath to combat his current state of disarray. But he was forced to give up, sighing lightly and pouting in faint annoyance. Tossing his head, he pulled his long hair over one shoulder and watched the chaos within the post-storm ocean, listening to the distant sound of thunder and waiting for the sun to rise.
Lightning broke through the midnight darkness, briefly illuminating the empty beach with white, electric light. The night was darker than usual—no moon or stars visible against the inky blackness as the invisible cloud cover blocked out all starlight. Thunder rumbled softly across the ocean, vibrating the packed sand beneath Samael’s feet with the aftershock. But the storm was already receding into the distance, it’s contents since spilled onto the shattered coast. Emerging from the darkness of a cave, the coyote stretched lightly, baring snow-white fangs in a yawn. Jet-black darkness to eyes untrained, the predator could see well enough to find his way along the shoreline. Waves crashed against the rocks and sand, spraying the optime with briny water. He pushed back his bangs, wrinkling his muzzle faintly in disgust. With each step his feet sunk into the wet sand, mud encrusting his feet with slime and dirt. The Prince was not found of rain nor mud. He preferred to keep his gold and black coat pristine and this weather made it very difficult. His hair was matted and salty—dirt and sand buried within the strands.
Climbing the face of a rocky outcrop, claws grating against the stone surface, the moon finally broke free from its cloudy prison. The wind had picked up, chasing the storm from the area and blowing the cloud cover away, allowing the natural celestial illumination to freely cast its silver glow onto the night world. Perched atop his rocky throne, he pulled back his hood from his mutilated face and freed his hair from the simple leather thong that’d bound it. Running his nails through the highlighted strands, the Prince wished for a comb and a bath to combat his current state of disarray. But he was forced to give up, sighing lightly and pouting in faint annoyance. Tossing his head, he pulled his long hair over one shoulder and watched the chaos within the post-storm ocean, listening to the distant sound of thunder and waiting for the sun to rise.