Post by Magda on Oct 3, 2007 14:40:55 GMT -5
The dying rays of the day's sun wrote the horizon in gold and scarlet. Vermilion streaks surged through the clouds and tainted their puffy white masses, the low point of the sun threw dramatic shadows across the scene. Over the mainland, the velvety indigo-black hue of the sky drizzled across the heavens, cloaking the land in shadow and mystery, and the whisper of the rolling waves accompanied the glisten and sparkle of fading solar rays as they bounced from cloud to cloud and rippled across the surface of the swelling sea. The breakers rushed in and swept across the silvery sands, only to be tucked under their successor as another tongue of salty sea water felt along the earth.
Pale feet plunged into the sand, the gentle slope of sand down to the water's edge allowing gravity to quicken the already hasty gait. And just as the remainder of sunlight slipped over the edge of the horizon and fell from the edge of the world, she tipped the hood of her jacket back, no longer needing to protect her ski from the sun's rays. A stiff breeze brushed against her face, and she could feel that the air was still warm against her cheeks. Breathing in, the salty air tickled her lungs, sand stuck between her toes and her shiny raven hair fluttered into the air. The night was peaceful to say the least, the serene sea glittering under the distant moon. Then why was there a frown clinging to her stern emerald eyes?
She shed the black jacket quickly, and rubbed her legs, feeling slightly burnt from what little sunlight they had caught. Still not regretting the short dark shorts she wore, she deposited her flip flops by her jacket and descended to the sea. It reached out to stroke her feet, brushing sand and pebbles onto the shore, and removing sand from her feet simultaneously. She folded her arms across her chest, staring moodily out to sea. Her full lips were curved as she licked one of the long fangs extending from her gum, and stood as still as ice. One hand played idly with the plain black choker at her throat.
The Vampire did not breath anymore. At previous times she would have kept her heart beating and her lungs working just to feel somewhat alive, but for the past seventeen years she just hadn't bothered. Unfolding her arms, she looked down at something that had just been taken by the tide and had nudged her ankle. Bending down, she picked it up with forefinger and thumb, examining the small stuffed doll with it's dripping wet wool hair and round, black button eyes. Water trickled from the stuffing inside it, seeping down through layers of cloth and string to patter onto the surface of the next incoming wave like a miniature waterfall. She squeezed it gently to wring out most of the water, and raised her curious, narrow eyes to the horizon.
Pale feet plunged into the sand, the gentle slope of sand down to the water's edge allowing gravity to quicken the already hasty gait. And just as the remainder of sunlight slipped over the edge of the horizon and fell from the edge of the world, she tipped the hood of her jacket back, no longer needing to protect her ski from the sun's rays. A stiff breeze brushed against her face, and she could feel that the air was still warm against her cheeks. Breathing in, the salty air tickled her lungs, sand stuck between her toes and her shiny raven hair fluttered into the air. The night was peaceful to say the least, the serene sea glittering under the distant moon. Then why was there a frown clinging to her stern emerald eyes?
She shed the black jacket quickly, and rubbed her legs, feeling slightly burnt from what little sunlight they had caught. Still not regretting the short dark shorts she wore, she deposited her flip flops by her jacket and descended to the sea. It reached out to stroke her feet, brushing sand and pebbles onto the shore, and removing sand from her feet simultaneously. She folded her arms across her chest, staring moodily out to sea. Her full lips were curved as she licked one of the long fangs extending from her gum, and stood as still as ice. One hand played idly with the plain black choker at her throat.
The Vampire did not breath anymore. At previous times she would have kept her heart beating and her lungs working just to feel somewhat alive, but for the past seventeen years she just hadn't bothered. Unfolding her arms, she looked down at something that had just been taken by the tide and had nudged her ankle. Bending down, she picked it up with forefinger and thumb, examining the small stuffed doll with it's dripping wet wool hair and round, black button eyes. Water trickled from the stuffing inside it, seeping down through layers of cloth and string to patter onto the surface of the next incoming wave like a miniature waterfall. She squeezed it gently to wring out most of the water, and raised her curious, narrow eyes to the horizon.