01-08-2008, 10:55 PM
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Winter nights had a very particular quality to them, of silence and solitude. Of a reflection that Poe was tired of seeing, and a cold that she was too accostomed to. She might have looked for someone, a stranger with a streak of kindness and laughter to banish it for a night, but there was no one. She lived alone now, and company was dreadfully few and far between. It hit her as the sun was setting, a frantic, instinctual drive to escape this emotional carousel that the snow-dusted landscape was setting her up for again. Quickly, she moved to the coast, to the ocean and its powerful expanse that peeled the frost and snow from its beaches with the promise of relative warmth and a different mindscape to view. Past the spot that she had rolled onto shore after Europe, and the memories of a haunted something that had been lost entirely. Beyond the ship that carried a fistful of memories with a different face, but threatened to a similar fate. On to the half-tide sandbar that led to an island, the tiny paradise that never fully touched the mainland. Or its reality, Poe chose to believe then, moving hurriedly through the sand until her feet hit water. It was cold and salty, a shock to the senses that woke her body and mind from its emotional swamp. Her breath caught in her throat and her fingers on the hem of her dress, pulling it out of the way as she began to wade, knee-to-thigh high into the water. For any average werewolf, the depth would not be such a bother at this point, but the current pulled close enough to Poe's center of gravity to bring her to a fullstop once she was sixty feet in. And there, under a hollow moon and an expanse of stars, she looked from Thunder Island, to Lightning Bay, to the dark expanse at her right. Of these, the belly of the ocean and its abyssal in-between had always wanted her the most it seemed, and she considered this as her toes dug into the cold sand below.  | ||