Ocean of Thought
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Rhona Keerin had never seen the ocean before. She had grown up in the vast Boreal forests of Canada, her clan's territory no where near the ocean. She had seen very large, landlocked lakes, but nothing could have ever prepared her for the vastness of the ocean. Her first view of the large, loud and interesting smelling body of water was a few weeks ago when she finally made it out of the forests. Somehow, she had managed to make it to the coastline without coming in contact with another living soul. She was actually beginning to get quite lonely. At first, everything was an adventure, but now, it would be nice to settle down somewhere and actually speak to another intelligent being.

Rho had been traveling the coast line ever since her first view of the ocean and had eventually made it to a lovely bay with long, windswept shores full of many interesting things that she had never seen before! Today she was padding along the beach, just taking in the sight of everything. The constant breeze teased her long, gray and brown hair, tangling it around her ears and showering her with the salty mist of the cool ocean. A few seagulls winged overhead, calling out in their strident voices, not paying much mind to the slender lupine figure below them.

Coming across a large piece of driftwood, worn smooth by it's time near the water, Rhona sat, digging her toes into the sand and bending over to examine the many shells, tiny bugs and other creatures scurrying around. Unsheathing a claw on her forefinger, she began drawing lazy circles and spirals onto the damp shore.


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He should not be so ungrateful for the fact that he had escaped with his life from that chance fight. The poison that had almost killed him. He got a cold shiver whenever he thought of it. The rest of him was beaten up as well, he was limping noticeably and the scent of blood followed him wherever he went, adding to his irritation, to say nothing of the pain he was experiencing. But he had wanted to escape and now he had to pay the price of going for a walk. His teeth grit in a solemn grimace, the perfect picture of uncomfortable agony. It served him right at least.

The coast was also a stupid choice to make kind of, the spray from the ocean landed on him and the salt burned into his wounds increasing and prolonging his discomfort. He drew in a hissed breath and shifted his position so he was further away from the water. He eyed it warily just daring it to come any further up the beach. Still, he looked over the water fondly, a longing welling up in his chest again as his wish to explore its vastness made itself known again.

The sand cushioned his heavy footballs until he was almost silent without even having to try. Tiring of the weight pressing down onto his injured leg the man stopped and shifted into his monstrous secui form. The beast moved forwards with a steady lope, the limp now less obvious that his weight was distributed. Though the aroma of blood still swirled around him.


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