04-08-2020, 03:15 PM
Osiriis' eyes drifted slowly over each golden grain of sand as he stopped to catch his breath. His sides heaved up and down, the salty taste in his mouth feeling natural. He tucked his head down between his legs, catching the way the sun shimmered off his brilliant, deep red legs before throwing his head back up to shaking the water lose from his thick mane followed by a quick shimmy of his body. The blend of his deep black and red body rippled beneath the heavy heat of the sun.
His ears perked as he heard the boys footsteps come closer followed by his question. Osiriis peaked at the boy between sheets of soggy hair despite his best efforts to rid it of the salty water. His vermillion eyes inspected the other boy cautiously, curiously, and slowly. This boy was ment for the island, anyone would be able to see that. His light coloring, and dark aqua markings as if he was one with where the water meets the beach. Most obvious though was the way his mane did not stick to his sides but rather stuck straight up as if he were a fish of the sea, with a tail to match.
Interesting, very interesting.
After what must have been a pretty uncomfortable silence Osiriis finally answered, "I'm Osiriis. Who are you?" His father had taught him to get to know strangers before giving to much away. A name, he guessed, would be a good start. He wondered if he knew his mother, Adria, or if he had spent his whole life here on the island, and if he, like himself, was lost as to who he was suppose to be.
He watch the puffed up, sharply spoken boy curiously, his posture relaxed and nonthreatening... unless one counted his inability to catch his breath completely after his journey.
@[Cormorant]
His ears perked as he heard the boys footsteps come closer followed by his question. Osiriis peaked at the boy between sheets of soggy hair despite his best efforts to rid it of the salty water. His vermillion eyes inspected the other boy cautiously, curiously, and slowly. This boy was ment for the island, anyone would be able to see that. His light coloring, and dark aqua markings as if he was one with where the water meets the beach. Most obvious though was the way his mane did not stick to his sides but rather stuck straight up as if he were a fish of the sea, with a tail to match.
Interesting, very interesting.
After what must have been a pretty uncomfortable silence Osiriis finally answered, "I'm Osiriis. Who are you?" His father had taught him to get to know strangers before giving to much away. A name, he guessed, would be a good start. He wondered if he knew his mother, Adria, or if he had spent his whole life here on the island, and if he, like himself, was lost as to who he was suppose to be.
He watch the puffed up, sharply spoken boy curiously, his posture relaxed and nonthreatening... unless one counted his inability to catch his breath completely after his journey.
@[Cormorant]