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The sky was once again darkening from day to dusk, the afternoon closing in to allow way for the night to take over for its shift. The paths were dim-litted, the trees moved with the creatures that fawned over the night. The surface of the ever rippling ocean was like the moons everlasting mirror, shining its light straight back at it in a distorted yet, somehow still beautiful way. Out among the rolling, azure waves of the ocean, a column of powered air, and water vapour blew out from just above the surface, followed shortly by a near six foot tall dorsal fin, black covered with a single white ‘V’ shape upon where its back meets the rear of the fin. A Killer Whale, one of nature’s most fierce predators and majestic creatures, crests the water’s surface, rolling up and over a small wave, and then diving under the surface again. Another blast of vapour and air bellows out from a different spot along the waters’ surface: A pod of Orcas, there were; all of them cresting up and over the ocean surface. Some of the great whales leaped up and out of the water, and went crashing back down into it on their backs or on their sides. Their grace and tranquillity would be a sight for any who were watching in at the moment.
Back on shore, the sand shone silver, little crisps of shells flaked it with ebon scattering shades, and at the highest most point; a dune, sat a single attire, huddled in over her knees as her crimson eyes peered out from under a hood of solid ashen black, at the waves. Her long silver hair washed down over her thighs and nipped at the sand below her, each whirl of wind taking it on different journeys as they whipped it into different shapes. It was strange for her to be alone, she was used to the company of at least two others, but they had set off for home, and she wasn’t ready to return just yet. Behind her the dirt paths and clearings were never-ending, she wondered how she even found this place after she’d split from the caravan on the way out of Menzo. She’d had a tough few weeks, well what had seemed like weeks to her anyway, and for that little urge of loneliness she felt in the pit of her gut, well she’d rather feel that than be around the depressive and still yet, excitable group. Her name was LiNeee-Niss’xae, a descendent of one of the many matrons that hovered in the under dark. Her mother was disgusting, and her father; far worse. They had that sense of superiority, but when it came to her; they had no control. Even if they did so think it, LiNeee proved them wrong each time.
Upon leaving the group, LiNeee had found herself running for half a day, where? Who knew? Wherever she could. After her feet were sore and she could no longer take a breath without coughing, she turned off the path and towards the sweet scent of salt and the sound of waves rolling in over a hard shoreline, and so she’d found this place. An undeniably beautiful shoreline just off the coast of, well she had no clue really. Time and place was inevitably distant in her mind, right now it was only the serenity and fulfilment of finally being able to rest that kept her tied down, and she wished to some higher being, that she had just one other to spend this time with, to share the beauty of the cool Spring night, and the soft sprinkles of water that kissed her face when the wind decided to pick it up. Onix, how she missed him... They’d had something; she knew it and thought about it all the time, then again, he was gone now, wasn’t he? “Oh LiNeee, you’ll drive yourself crazy thinking about him!” She chuckled to herself as she rested back against one of the many palm trees, pulling her knees closer and shrugging her hood off so the wind could capture her hair in an entwined embrace.
This beach reminded her of home, the rock formations, the trees and dunes that lined it, the animals and the practicality of no habitation what-so-ever, it just felt so peaceful. Not like home was peaceful, but you get the picture. She’d forgotten how long she’d been sitting for, she’d forgotten about the trip to Menzo, and everything that had happened there, she’d forgotten about the slaughtering’s she’d been through, it was serenity. Though time passed too quickly for some... Just as she was getting comfortable, and the slight doze was drifting over her, the first raindrops of spring fell from the sky, she huffed loudly before tilting her head back and glancing at the teardrop sized rain, she smiled... "Of course it has to rain!" She chuckled, "nothing is perfect, right?" She slumped onto the tree and pulled her hood up over her hair to keep it dry, just shaking her head all the while. There she sat, until the quiet and innocent sleep over took her, and she slowly fell sideways onto the sand.