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Subject: .... Author: Sarquint [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:54:51 12/12/02 Thu The smell of the salty sea waffers through the air. The black wolf's ears perk as the scent reaches him. He had spent some time traveling through the woods and over the moors. He had not realized until now that he had been drawing nearer to the sea. The sea... it roused such a varient of emotion in him. He had had his own experiences with it - memories - but it also brought to mind what the sea had taken from him: his only son, Lukka. Or, perhaps, what he had given to the sea. The large wolf pauses, hanging his head for a moment in memory of his lost son. But he cannot dwell on ghosts of the past for too long, and he would like to see the sea. So he picks up his paws, and continues in that direction. _________________ As Sarquint first breaks over the moors to see the lasping bluegrey waves of the sea he smiles to himself. It's an odd smile, perhaps more nostoligic and wistful than happy, and his eyes look a little sad. Memories and burdens have weighed heavily on him throughout the years... but not nearly so heavily as the sadness of a broken heart and the resignation that perhaps he and his only true love may never, really, be together. But then, mingled with the salty smell of the ocean is something else... No, it can't be. It isn't. How could it be? Frantically his eyes scour the shoreline from his vantage point above, terror in his heart that it was only a trick... But his heart stops as he sees, a small figure on the shore of the sea - a petite grey canine form. He knows her immediately. Joy instantaneously floods through him, as though he were still a pup. He breaks down from the moors, racing down towards the shore. He stops as he rounds around onto the shore, still several yards away from Small Wonder, his tail wagging. Until he notices that something is... wrong about her. He can sense the pain and sickness within her. But, it's been so long... and what could be wrong... Sarquint simply freezes there, a stark black silloquet against the bleached colours of the shoreline. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]