Dancing On The Edge [Open]

[Peach]

I'm on the edge of the world here, Skreleen thought wistfully. On the precipice of life and death, light and darkness. It's rather nice. If it were warmer, I could have a den, situated under that massive piece of driftwood.

To the untrained eye, Skreleen was nothing but a patch of mist, sweeping over the ivory shores of the coastline. Her creamy-white pelt blend in perfectly with her surroundings. Had she not been deathly afraid of water, a den would be a swell idea. She would have no need to fear predators, there'd be an endless supply of seabirds and fish, she would have no problem finding inspiration for her stories.

With a bored sigh, she stood, shaking the loose pieces of sand from her coat. Her dainty feet picked their way over to the upturned driftwood log. It's roots reached towards the sky, facing inland. There were hollows sections between the mangled roots, each perfect for her body shape. Unfortunately, she was not looking for a den at this moment. By the time she needed this cozy spot, the tree would be washed away, churning in the undercurrents of the ocean.

"Driftwood den indeed... Driftwood den indeed."

She let out another sigh and leaped gracefully into the air, landing with a hollow thud on top of the driftwood. It moved slightly under her weight, but settles back into the sand.

From this point, she could see about twenty meters in each direction, slightly further towards the mainland. The mist did not swirl as thickly there, but the ocean seemed covered in the satiny blanket. It would be impossible to survey the area from here, but she could still see enough to keep her muse working.

Silky swaths of white sand, ribbons of clinging mist, the distant thunder of waves crashing against stone, a howl somewhere in the distance, the whistle of the wind, a salty aroma in the air, mingling with 'sea lettuce'... It was all typical end of the world poetry. She needed something new. She needed something fresh. The sky was obscured here, covered with the threat of a hurricane.

"Damn weather," she muttered, her almost invisible head pointing skywards.

[«me•fluffy»]

ALKALI

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He traveled with the soft wind of which blew the smell of the sea salt into his twitching nose. His auds twitched as he heard the waves of the ocean crashing onto the sandy shore, sucking out the small golden grains and replacing them with new as well as shells and sea lettuce. His claws raked away at the earth as his nimble, muscled pillars carried him over the terra. The lean brute, his onyx black coat shining in the fading sun, a small hue of brown casted over his frame, had traveled far to come to these lands, to be rid of his brothers and the land of which he had been raised.

Solid gold chasms were embeded deep into his skull, giving his crown a chisled, muscled look, his features standing out even more. The tip of his fluffy black plume flicked as the tension in his chest increased, making his breathing heavy and raspy. A storm, pity, he thought, the words echoing in his mind as he slithered through the shadows in the forest. At that point his coarse pads hit the rough grains, claws sinking into the warm terrain of which had been basking in the glow of the sun. Auddits swiveled, lifting his dome and allowing his orbs to be covered by black lids, a sea breeze constricting him, sending a shiver down his spinal cord. Looking to the earth, he gazed at the single pieces of sand, pupils expanding as the light faded behind incoming storm clouds.

Looking to the sky, his deep chasms reading the clouds as if they were an open book. Thunderstorm with a chance of a tornado along the eastern cost, perfect, he huffed to himself, body sprawling out over the sand and taking in its heat.

[Peach]

Turning her head ever so slowly, Skreleen watched the stranger approach the shore. He stood out like a sore thumb here, unable to camouflage with the mist or the white sand. She felt sure that he couldn't see her, simply because his head was not turned towards her or the fact that he seemed preoccupied with the sky.

He's quite the pretty one, she thought, her golden eye sweeping over the lush black coat. He certainly doesn't look dangerous. He seems like a pup on his first day to the shore.

She watched in partial fascination as he sprawled himself onto the sand, soaking up what little heat was in the granules. She'd never liked pups, but she had watched them her before under the cover of the mist. They danced in the foam of the ocean, chased crabs and buried themselves into the sand. If this full grown brute did any of that, she would, without a doubt, leave in disgust.

As quietly as possible, she jumped to the sand and pushed herself close against the driftwood. Her creamy coat still hid her from prying eyes, but Skreleen feared that the male wolf had heard the soft thump that came with her landing.

[«me•fluffy»]

The muscled four year old gazed out at the ocean, the soft sound of the waves lapping at the land lulling him, sending a calm wave of energy coarsing through his once tense build. Auds rested back upon his crown in content, lids fluttering over his golden chasms halfway. His plume wrapped around his hind pillars of which were pressed along either side of him. All thoughts has slipped from his throbbing mind, seeping into the sand.

As the sand shifted beneath the blow of a landing, his auds swiveled, crown spinning so his golden gaze could pierce the light mist and catch sight of the hidden being of which had suddenly made a prescense, and yet the serenity within him stil remained. When he caught the gaze of the creature, figuring the outline of its frame, he huffed and stood, weary bones creaking. Shaking the golden grains from his pelt, he stood to face the misty figurine, his gaze soft and curious. Pads sank into the sand under the weight of his muscle. Nimble pillars were lifted slightly, one by one, trying to shake the old, tired feeling from their bones.

(sorry my muse is low today)

[Peach]

Although he didn't really look it, this male sounded old. As he stood and began to approach her, she could hear the clicking of joints as the air within them popped and settled. It sounded painful. She suddenly thanked the fact that her limbs were still healthy and young.

Has he seen me, though? She asked silently.

It would seem he had, due to his direct course. Fortunately, he was walking slowly. If she had the urge to make a run for it, then she could easily escape. Jumping was another option and she was more than capable of that. Jumping and climbing trees happened to be one of her main hunting strategies. She didn't have the bulk and muscle for taking down large prey, like the other wolves. She relied solely on small mammals, small birds and scraps as a food source.

Despite the older wolves having great stories, Skreleen did not feel the desire to stick around and chat. She'd come here for a solitary expedition. Elders tended to go on and on and on.

As discretely as possible, she began moving slowly towards the end of the driftwood, moving with the mist. Her footfalls were silent on the sand, but there was always the chance that this male had spotted her and wanted to spark a conversation. A conversation was at the bottom of the list, along with anything to do with males. Oh, how she despised the opposite sex.

[«me•fluffy»]

His golden chasms spoke of a young, energetic wolf. Stories flowed through his mind, although he was not very proud of any of them, in fact a conversation was the last thing he usually wished to get into. As the kninks in his sore limbs came undone, he watched the being move slowly and silently across the beach like a sidewinder slithering across desert terrain. Be it a wolf or something else? he questioned his judgement, watching the creature make its way to a mass of driftwood. Auds stood erect atop his crown, a sly grin tugging at his jowls. He slipped across the sand, black frame blending with the forest shadows of which ran along the border of the beach.

He stalked through the forest silently, plume hangining low to the ground. This could either be lunch or another fae, great, he huffed, coming up through the woods of which rested behind the pile of driftwood. At the moment, the being was heading straight for him, slipping through the muggy mist. He snarled, the muggy air coming off the sea stinging his orbs, unabel to make out the blurry vision. Haunches rocking, he lept atop the smooth wood, claws embeding into it in order to keep his balance. His chasms watered thanks to the salty air and he tried to shake it away, staring at the figurine of which seemed to have a more wolf like appearance now. He huffed, muscled frame glinting in the last bit of sunlight of which would soon fade away, black onyx pelt losing its brown tint.

[Peach]

Ooc; OH MY GOD. I'm so frustrated with this! I've written
and posted two replies now and someone's either
deleting them or they just aren't getting posted! I'm
sorry, but this may very well suck. I'm so tired of
posting this same thing over and over again. D: Sorry.

Skreleen halted as she realized the brute had moved to the edge of the forest. Her good eye strained against the salty air, trying to pick our his dark pelt against the shadows. She couldn't spot him, but now she was thoroughly concerned for her own safety. Hesitantly, she began moving towards the mainland again.

A firm thud from above her caused her to raise her head.

"You frightened me," she said, a slight tinge of fear in her voice. Despite the surprise apparent in her voice, her face remained emotionless and her body taunt and confident, ready to fight if need be. "You shouldn't go around doing that."