Post by sam on Jun 9, 2010 21:45:49 GMT -7
Timeframe: Early Dawn
Date: June 8th, 2010
Place: New Jersey shoreline
Status: Open
Waves gnawed on driftwood, lazily brushing the white sand with the multi colors of deep green and brisk black that made up the colors of the dark sea. Surf foamed, and gulls murmured high in the early morning sky. The air was fresh, crisp, new. Wind sung of summer’s praise and the sky was a dark blue and gray, lightening as the seconds slipped by. The beach was secluded, probably private property, but Sam knew no such thing as he walked barefoot on the wind sands, feeling the earth dig into his toes and kiss into tough calluses. The earth breathed under him, and he felt every shift underfoot, every sharp rock and smooth pebble, and he knew that even with man’s consumption of the world, it would never die, never be fully lost to technology and the evolution of the times. Although a very cold breeze stirred the sparse brush that clung to dunes of sand, he felt nothing, and his skin blazed harsh under his thin clothing. He paused and let water nab at his feet, freezing to a human, but warm to his skin. He savored the touch and looked up at the sky, emerald eyes catching sight of a thin slice of moon, a scrap, only a distant thing that made him smile broad on the inside and relish in the fact that the change was as tame as a kitten, nestled inside of him with no intent of escaping for the time being.
He turned his body to the sea, letting the wind carry through his hair, which had some length to it now, and breathed in deep the scent of salt and water that overpowered the stench of man in his nose. He glanced around him, seeing only the quiet houses tucked into the distant hills behind him, people not even stirring yet at this time. He hid a grin as he started stripping off his jacket, and then his clothes, and rushed into the calling water. Oh how it sucked at his limbs and pulled him deeper, causing his breath to sweep away with the intake of cold that actually touched his flaming skin for a moment, then vanished. He thought of how when he was a child he used to love to swim in nearby lakes and rivers, testing strength against the current, catching fresh, fat fish to bring home to his mother. The sea was different, more wild, unpredictable, like himself. He stood waist high in the water, and then dived under the mass of black, popping his eyes open to accept the sting of salt and the abyssal blackness that the water offered to his sight.
He felt no shame in swimming bare in the ocean, human skin forgetting itself as he stroked farther into the water and farther from the shore. The dark of the dawn kept him like a shadow, and he enjoyed the feel of being free in the ocean’s embrace. He tred water for a moment, and noticing how far he had wandered, begun to swim back. But he was aggressive, striking out and bucking and kicking like a wild thing as he neared the shore. He snarled and growled with bliss, allowing human vocals to mimic that of his beastly form’s tones, and he waded to his feet and allowed the surf to tickle his toes for a moment. Knowing better, he pulled on his shorts and sat down in the sand, already dry as the water steamed off his body in waves and evaporated into the cool morning. Stretching, cracking, he turned and tucked his feet under him cross-legged style as he watched the horizon thoughtfully. His muscles rippled easily, lean and strong as he turned shoulder blades under skin and dug at the sand with his fingers. The wind buffered his hair, and he rested his eyes on a daydream of a forest that knew nothing of man, and that grew in a wild, untamed place without fear or fright, even of demons that lurked in it’s nights.
Date: June 8th, 2010
Place: New Jersey shoreline
Status: Open
Waves gnawed on driftwood, lazily brushing the white sand with the multi colors of deep green and brisk black that made up the colors of the dark sea. Surf foamed, and gulls murmured high in the early morning sky. The air was fresh, crisp, new. Wind sung of summer’s praise and the sky was a dark blue and gray, lightening as the seconds slipped by. The beach was secluded, probably private property, but Sam knew no such thing as he walked barefoot on the wind sands, feeling the earth dig into his toes and kiss into tough calluses. The earth breathed under him, and he felt every shift underfoot, every sharp rock and smooth pebble, and he knew that even with man’s consumption of the world, it would never die, never be fully lost to technology and the evolution of the times. Although a very cold breeze stirred the sparse brush that clung to dunes of sand, he felt nothing, and his skin blazed harsh under his thin clothing. He paused and let water nab at his feet, freezing to a human, but warm to his skin. He savored the touch and looked up at the sky, emerald eyes catching sight of a thin slice of moon, a scrap, only a distant thing that made him smile broad on the inside and relish in the fact that the change was as tame as a kitten, nestled inside of him with no intent of escaping for the time being.
He turned his body to the sea, letting the wind carry through his hair, which had some length to it now, and breathed in deep the scent of salt and water that overpowered the stench of man in his nose. He glanced around him, seeing only the quiet houses tucked into the distant hills behind him, people not even stirring yet at this time. He hid a grin as he started stripping off his jacket, and then his clothes, and rushed into the calling water. Oh how it sucked at his limbs and pulled him deeper, causing his breath to sweep away with the intake of cold that actually touched his flaming skin for a moment, then vanished. He thought of how when he was a child he used to love to swim in nearby lakes and rivers, testing strength against the current, catching fresh, fat fish to bring home to his mother. The sea was different, more wild, unpredictable, like himself. He stood waist high in the water, and then dived under the mass of black, popping his eyes open to accept the sting of salt and the abyssal blackness that the water offered to his sight.
He felt no shame in swimming bare in the ocean, human skin forgetting itself as he stroked farther into the water and farther from the shore. The dark of the dawn kept him like a shadow, and he enjoyed the feel of being free in the ocean’s embrace. He tred water for a moment, and noticing how far he had wandered, begun to swim back. But he was aggressive, striking out and bucking and kicking like a wild thing as he neared the shore. He snarled and growled with bliss, allowing human vocals to mimic that of his beastly form’s tones, and he waded to his feet and allowed the surf to tickle his toes for a moment. Knowing better, he pulled on his shorts and sat down in the sand, already dry as the water steamed off his body in waves and evaporated into the cool morning. Stretching, cracking, he turned and tucked his feet under him cross-legged style as he watched the horizon thoughtfully. His muscles rippled easily, lean and strong as he turned shoulder blades under skin and dug at the sand with his fingers. The wind buffered his hair, and he rested his eyes on a daydream of a forest that knew nothing of man, and that grew in a wild, untamed place without fear or fright, even of demons that lurked in it’s nights.