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Spite
 Posted: Aug 24 2016, 01:13 PM
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Preserved, a precious crust of minerals caught in the burnished arch of her flank as if in anticipation of a corpse. The beach would make a lonely resting place, if that were indeed where she were to die: clouds roll overhead, their dim shadows flexing across the contours of sand. There is no other but her, and only by the mercy of the water, is she saved. Gentle waves carry the heavy skull, and abandon it to the cradle of the shallow incline of the shore, sinew'd limbs tucked to her underbelly and eyes closed. Scabbed across damp tress, a mere remnant of the ocean's embrace and the many miles it had borne her from the shores of her exile, salt glistens in the weave of her burnished coat -- the woman reeks like driftwood, cast-off and worn and lost. All the things the world had made of her. The islands welcome her not by choice, but duty: she is a wanderer, as they a haven for the lost. Let the refugee find safety in the roots of their earth, if only for the moment before she wakes. The scenes captured behind those closed eyes are long and wearying, dark and haunting as the cavern that she dreams of. Thunder, a scream of air struck apart, snaps at her heels, and deeper she tumbles amidst the grime and smooth rock. Yet consciousness works into the fringe of illusion, and the kohl of her lash trembles with drawn skin. Light hazes beneath a cataract of sleep, and early day withdraws her from slumber in a halting drag. Sodden and cold in the weak sun of morning -- the feline contracts each toe, a demand of obedience from each limb that is greeted by groggy complaints. ( Your body is tired. Let it rest. ) But her mind, sharp even in the cloud, the confusion, of her ordeal, runs ahead. Mismatched eyes peer at the sheets of sand laid undisturbed before her with little trust, as if they were bound to disappear at any moment. Like a new born babe, she takes a step and then another, and turns to stare back at the water from which she had been delivered. The world is quiet. Perhaps she is, at last, alone.
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Izidoro
 Posted: Aug 28 2016, 04:45 PM
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The three appendage dwelling canine felt quite proud of herself. Despite her glorified fear of the open waters, or any source of liquid for that matter, she had made it to these treasured islands this past week. The scent of her possessor on the tip of her nose the entire escapade. The old fantasy lands decided to keep her precious pelt colors,or perhaps the waves and extreme salt of the waters, eroded away the unique colors that once danced with the rainbow. Now she blended in with the shadows and the sands, that of which she could mentally handle.

These islands were rumored to withhold a lot of history, a tale that whipped to and fro between vengeance and peace. And though there was a certain purple hued wolfess Izidoro was on the trail of, she knew there were many more to be riddled about the lands. But that wasn't what brought such particular thoughts to the African Wild Dog's head, rather it was the itchy and unfamiliar scent of a water logged creature down the beach. Pulling her legs into a trot, the pale eyed canine made a quick descent into the view of something she had never once seen before.

Her face held nothing back, letting a some what intrigued yet disgusted look among her face. Wolf like eye brow raised with curiosity and concern, just what was this slick and ancient, sable marked entity before her? Thick whiskers, round-soft muzzle- and this was just a far and first glance. There was a thick, rounded and tight furred tail- all the while the other had just been glancing toward the waters. Perhaps another new comer of the islands, none the less, a strange being that made Izzy's chest beat hard with adrenaline. The unknown... as if this three legged, calico wench had room to talk.

"Just what in the glorified hell hole are you?"

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