DESPAYR
At Night she Walks the Beaches...
Creeping closer the waves nearly consumed her with each passing roll. Bringing with it sea life. A crab scuttled here and there searching for food, sea weeds entangled upon her motionless carcass. The water felt good though so there she lay sinking into the sands...
A muffled pitter patter was heard coming up from behind her. Her head did not rise though. If it was death coming for her let him come. Take me away. Lobes hung loosely to either side of her poll. Catching what little sounds were made. Her stalker soon circling her, ready to strike. Do it! Just do it. Pools dragged focus up at him dimly as he spoke. Sister? She knew only of her dolphin pod siblings. The equine ones... Well let's just say they didn't hold the best of company, let alone family ties. His question of her intentions lingered in silence for a moment. Soon she mustered up enough strength to respond
Sister you say? I do recall Father having a few bastards running a'muck... A shrug was all the strength she had to give feeling the nip upon her topline.
I am not here or there. She spoke dully. Who was he and who does he think he is asking questions? Don't flatter yourself. She wasn't in the mood to save face and be... Shall we say nice.
Who are you exactly? A harsh tone to her question. He seemed to remember her but her memories of Beqanna had long been forgotten. She had contemplated standing but the water felt sooo good.
A muffled pitter patter was heard coming up from behind her. Her head did not rise though. If it was death coming for her let him come. Take me away. Lobes hung loosely to either side of her poll. Catching what little sounds were made. Her stalker soon circling her, ready to strike. Do it! Just do it. Pools dragged focus up at him dimly as he spoke. Sister? She knew only of her dolphin pod siblings. The equine ones... Well let's just say they didn't hold the best of company, let alone family ties. His question of her intentions lingered in silence for a moment. Soon she mustered up enough strength to respond
Sister you say? I do recall Father having a few bastards running a'muck... A shrug was all the strength she had to give feeling the nip upon her topline.
I am not here or there. She spoke dully. Who was he and who does he think he is asking questions? Don't flatter yourself. She wasn't in the mood to save face and be... Shall we say nice.
Who are you exactly? A harsh tone to her question. He seemed to remember her but her memories of Beqanna had long been forgotten. She had contemplated standing but the water felt sooo good.
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