12-01-2021, 10:30 PM
As Roshanak crossed lands, she aligned to the beaches. A coast, where she could not see beyond the waves and the land far, far away as not through the naked eye. A crossing, where there was no way to continue heading west and her best choice was now either north and south. Though she spent more time to the mountains, exploring it fully as she had done so with the Plains — though at the same time, gathering for her wares.
The ocean always rolled in mysterious objects within their waters.. It brought a mystery to it's vibe, as there was always something about it that brought a curiosity. And yet, the beach came across brought an eeriness Roshanak did not enjoy. It may her fur stand, crawling in skin as the cold fog was coming in — the sun setting, giving a bleak look to the gloomy sands. Drifting through, old wood and pale sand coming through as her paws tredged through, a white eye looking toward the pines that laid distances away. Her tail flickered, as slowly did she align to the bay waters and gently pushed through it's liquid.
Though froze — for the yawning sound of a beast was heard in a distance. She prowled down, in a hostile position as the sound continued on and yet, Roshanak couldn't pin-point. She would gaze to the pines, to the ocean, and all that she could see was the fog, and the smelling of salt and woods. Yet the beastly sound did not stop, it only grew louder as her ears covered so slightly — she would call out who was there.
Though before Roshanak could make a sound — it stopped.
What was left was the sounds of waves, gently grooving to the damp sands.. The fog continually coming forward, leaving no direction to where she could move. An eerie silence, which seemed almost worse then the mysterious behemoth.
The ocean always rolled in mysterious objects within their waters.. It brought a mystery to it's vibe, as there was always something about it that brought a curiosity. And yet, the beach came across brought an eeriness Roshanak did not enjoy. It may her fur stand, crawling in skin as the cold fog was coming in — the sun setting, giving a bleak look to the gloomy sands. Drifting through, old wood and pale sand coming through as her paws tredged through, a white eye looking toward the pines that laid distances away. Her tail flickered, as slowly did she align to the bay waters and gently pushed through it's liquid.
Though froze — for the yawning sound of a beast was heard in a distance. She prowled down, in a hostile position as the sound continued on and yet, Roshanak couldn't pin-point. She would gaze to the pines, to the ocean, and all that she could see was the fog, and the smelling of salt and woods. Yet the beastly sound did not stop, it only grew louder as her ears covered so slightly — she would call out who was there.
Though before Roshanak could make a sound — it stopped.
What was left was the sounds of waves, gently grooving to the damp sands.. The fog continually coming forward, leaving no direction to where she could move. An eerie silence, which seemed almost worse then the mysterious behemoth.
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