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 Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 1:03 am
The cawing of gulls embraced the crisp, bright air, and the salty smell of the sea filled the land. Crashing could be heard along the rows through the sandy beach, and as the rushing water soaked up what it touched, the thrumming continued its impetuous sounding. It was the crack of dawn, and though the area seemed projected in a peaceful scene, recent events told otherwise, as well as the unsettling barrenness of the clearing. For though the water and sand combined washed away traces of evil that had once trodden the shoreline, past incidents still lingered long enough to encourage a desolate environment.
No one was due to arrive, it seemed, as the air remained still and unbroken. The sun yearned, stretching over the sea, to see something...
And then two small horns emerged from the surface of the water, peeking as if they held eyes atop their stalks. Slowly but surely, ears followed the horns, and then fins that shone with a glittery iridescence when hit with the sun's morning rays. What wandered towards the shore looked like a kuniku, but knew it was not. Or at least, it knew it could not be likened to the normal canines running through the lands with less appendages.
He was white, with pearl accents shading his body, and a red, prominent dot placed itself on the center of his forehead. A beaded necklace brought together with a colorful seashell clattered lightly on his neck, and a veiled smile began behind the thin whiskers sprouting from the top of his muzzle.
A tail flapped behind him, bluntly striking the water to make a noise. He immediately looked behind him; he knew he wasn't the only one around. It was just a matter of time.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 6:59 pm
Another pair of horns rose from the surf, as dark as the first pair had been light. Bright orange eyes peeked above the surface, followed by a second 'kuniku,' although she was as strangely made as the first. Her coat was black on brown, sprinkled with a smattering of white flecks on markings and fins. She had a oil-slick type of gleam, rather than the bright iridescence of her companion, but the curiosity in her eyes as she looked at the shore spoke of anything but dark intent.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she teased, flicking a bit of salty water at him with her tail. "No need to get impatient."
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