06-24-2018, 04:43 PM
Even though Beqanna’s beach is a place of death, it does not look like a battlefield. The waves makes sure to drag the bodies of the fallen into sea, where she lays them to rest deep in the ocean. One would call the sand pearly white, but the pale color has a whole different source. It’s simply beautiful, and watching the sun rise or set would be amazing, except for the smell.
Not only through the smell the beach is a place of death, the lingering gulls cast something eerie on the land too. Not often do they get some easy prey, and even less often the flesh is still warm. It is only due to Ivar’s arrival that the one brave gull takes off without causing any harm.
Her breathing is nice and easy, almost peaceful, the rise and fall of her flank barely noticeable to the eye. Kylin is fast asleep, dreaming about the last moments before life had escaped her. A nice dream, as shown through the smile upon her lips. A dream in which she does not need air to survive, and in which she can swim with the many wonderful creatures that hide below the surface.
But to all dreams comes an end. The sharp nip on her withers startles her awake. The sudden jerk of her head is accompanied by a gasp. Hazel eyes blink slowly, confused and disorientated, as she takes in her surroundings, stopping at Ivar’s face. “I-Ivar?” For a moment she looks at him, then shudders and glances away, rolling to sit up with her four legs still in the shallow water. Where were they? How did they end up here? “Where..? How..?” she murmurs, her ears nervously flicking back as she suddenly is so very aware of the smell of death. It is not a smell Kylin fancies.
As she tries to stand up – through putting her front legs in front of her – Kylin is confronted with the stiffness of her bod. A soft groan escapes her lips, as her muscles and joints protest against any and all movement. She does not moves as graceful and fluently as she should, but by the time she’s up Kylin cannot care less; her confusion and blanc gaps in her memory are more reason of concern. As she melts into Ivar’s side – by pressing close against him – she feels little, so very little, and vulnerable. What had happened? Why couldn’t she remember?
Though her dream had been quite wonderful.
@[Ivar]
Not only through the smell the beach is a place of death, the lingering gulls cast something eerie on the land too. Not often do they get some easy prey, and even less often the flesh is still warm. It is only due to Ivar’s arrival that the one brave gull takes off without causing any harm.
Her breathing is nice and easy, almost peaceful, the rise and fall of her flank barely noticeable to the eye. Kylin is fast asleep, dreaming about the last moments before life had escaped her. A nice dream, as shown through the smile upon her lips. A dream in which she does not need air to survive, and in which she can swim with the many wonderful creatures that hide below the surface.
But to all dreams comes an end. The sharp nip on her withers startles her awake. The sudden jerk of her head is accompanied by a gasp. Hazel eyes blink slowly, confused and disorientated, as she takes in her surroundings, stopping at Ivar’s face. “I-Ivar?” For a moment she looks at him, then shudders and glances away, rolling to sit up with her four legs still in the shallow water. Where were they? How did they end up here? “Where..? How..?” she murmurs, her ears nervously flicking back as she suddenly is so very aware of the smell of death. It is not a smell Kylin fancies.
As she tries to stand up – through putting her front legs in front of her – Kylin is confronted with the stiffness of her bod. A soft groan escapes her lips, as her muscles and joints protest against any and all movement. She does not moves as graceful and fluently as she should, but by the time she’s up Kylin cannot care less; her confusion and blanc gaps in her memory are more reason of concern. As she melts into Ivar’s side – by pressing close against him – she feels little, so very little, and vulnerable. What had happened? Why couldn’t she remember?
Though her dream had been quite wonderful.
@[Ivar]