12-30-2009, 04:18 PM
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It was the lure of the ocean that brought him out again, out of the amazing lovely warmth of his bed and blanket and furs. Somehow this wonderful place always managed to lure him away from comfort for the sake of seeing the might of nature in liquid form. Even as the snow swirled around him, his body collecting a light dusting of them as he walked from the Hotel to the edge and then down towards anywhere. The world seemed so pretty, coated in white flakes, though the harsh bite of the wind and cold dulled the affection the male could feel for it. The temperature was annoying at best. And he still called himself a wolf. He should just call himself a camel and be done with it. He was unnatural and he knew it.
As he stumbled across hard rocks and gaps where water swirled, he noted the weak scent of something, or someone. He turned his head towards where he thought it came from. Strel saw a figure, though it was hard to discern at this distance. Now he worked on getting himself closer to the stranger, or friend, whoever they were. Though the moment he came in close enough, he recoiled. It was a coyote, and quite frankly, he did not know what to think. His parents drummed it into him that he had to be wary of them, for they were tricksters and killers of wolves. But never having met one, he wondered what they were really like. While he pondered his steps, the coyote had moved even further south, away from him.
Strelein came up behind the coyote, far enough behind that he could easily run if he had to. Though even that thought seemed stupidly cowardly, even for him. "Not exactly the most scenic place to view the ocean, I have to say," he said nonchalantly, half gazing at the raging water and half watching the coyote from the corner of his eye. "Gotta be a better view somewhere else."
Bad delay is bad
It was the lure of the ocean that brought him out again, out of the amazing lovely warmth of his bed and blanket and furs. Somehow this wonderful place always managed to lure him away from comfort for the sake of seeing the might of nature in liquid form. Even as the snow swirled around him, his body collecting a light dusting of them as he walked from the Hotel to the edge and then down towards anywhere. The world seemed so pretty, coated in white flakes, though the harsh bite of the wind and cold dulled the affection the male could feel for it. The temperature was annoying at best. And he still called himself a wolf. He should just call himself a camel and be done with it. He was unnatural and he knew it.
As he stumbled across hard rocks and gaps where water swirled, he noted the weak scent of something, or someone. He turned his head towards where he thought it came from. Strel saw a figure, though it was hard to discern at this distance. Now he worked on getting himself closer to the stranger, or friend, whoever they were. Though the moment he came in close enough, he recoiled. It was a coyote, and quite frankly, he did not know what to think. His parents drummed it into him that he had to be wary of them, for they were tricksters and killers of wolves. But never having met one, he wondered what they were really like. While he pondered his steps, the coyote had moved even further south, away from him.
Strelein came up behind the coyote, far enough behind that he could easily run if he had to. Though even that thought seemed stupidly cowardly, even for him. "Not exactly the most scenic place to view the ocean, I have to say," he said nonchalantly, half gazing at the raging water and half watching the coyote from the corner of his eye. "Gotta be a better view somewhere else."