This was foolish. It was childish and idiotic. Who simply goes crashing down a beach at full force? Apparently the golden. The gold was unleashed, tearing down the beach. His horned head slightly tucked and legs clawing to find grip in the hard sand and sea. It splashed up water and sand in a crescendo, combined with his lungs clawing for air it served as a harmony to the crashing waves. He could feel every nerve, and burning muscle, all while letting his body work in its mechanical rising and falling of pace. And the sun- risen high above, it burned away every ache and stiffness in its heat. It was cathartic, letting the collected walks, careful steps, and hushed breathes of the past few days be torn away. It was a release. And it was addictive. He hadn’t intended to do such, merely to walk the shore a distance before turning back to his ultimate goal of the night court. It had started as a simply jog down the beach, but each gain of speed was so satisfying he could not stop. He’d hidden in the shadows too long, wasted away in lands without the desire to spend time there, as he did here. Here, in Novus. He wasn’t a family man. Oh no, there was no dream of his to ‘settle’ and have a nice ‘steady’ job. No, the reason the electricity in him sparked and arched so high as to cause such an outburst was that here he could plan something bigger…something crazy. Here he could fully unleash. He could... at least, until his lungs could no longer find air, and his heart burst through his chest. He at last slowed down, and to his slight disappointment realized it wasn’t near as far as he would have liked before he had had enough. Snorting it off and shaking his head to the care he slowed. It may have been autumn, and the sea already cold, but to the gold now dark with sweat, it looked lovely. Turning course and slowing to a walk, the creature approached the sea. A nice dip in the ocean sounded a lovely way to end a fine run before returning inland. Well it did…until….One cloven hoof paws at the waves, splashing its freezing artically cold water on his underside. Harks pin back as his whole frame flinches with the cold. Well, he supposed, cold water was a small price to pay for a realm of treasure to steal and politics to meddle with. "talk talk talk" OOC:: Open to any! Thranduil
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the scarlet maiden, withdraws from her denoctean sanctuary. relinquishing comfort, for midnight thrill. an unwavering, even sinful elegance, as euryale descends the ivory maison; to receive the first kiss of daylight, amongst the rugged wilderness. one last look, and her chin falls across her shoulder. she gazes into her open, bedroom window; curtain sill, rattling mythic chains against their tormenting breeze. she has not lived here for long, yet denocte had proven to be so lavished; a plentiful dwelling, decorated by creatures of reknown. a far cry, from her clamour amongst gypsies & wolves. she is heathenish, her heart far too feral to ever be tamed; more pagan, than believer. yet one day, she'd pray. but not today, good lord. among the trees; the sun's warmth, were a congenial embrace. brimming, hot. wrapping her flesh, in all its honeyed afterglow. how their lumen rays, sighed across racy curves. immersing, the entirety of her body in their svelte heat, both salivating & warm. for a moment, euryale glows beneath the autumn foliage. her silhouette, roaming between the stiff, birch trees; a blood angel, chased by the ghost of a halo. she inhales the crisp air, devouring sunlight with every exhale. how these walks through the desolate wild, helped clear her conscious; as though, by the simple act of moving forward - her heart & soul, were freed of all sin. when euryale finally stops, it's infront of a clearing. she hears the oceans' call. it tugs, violently, for her heart. like the pleas of drowned men; drawn forward, by a siren's wail. euryale soaks in the fallen, neptunian paradise; how terminus sea, lurks with unrest. the murky, aqueous brine, lathering the shores' wet cavity. like the restless sigh of lovers'; all furor & passion. were wave upon wave, crashing past moist sand & orifice. their spray of chaos, pounding cerulean & foam white deluge. dribbling, into the cliffside with saline froth, and the crisp tang of aqualine waters. cool. raw, & wet with abandon. the oceans, were a ravaging beast. roaring. ravening. tumultuous. a violent, if not sultry serenade, accompanied by the rocking of driftwood; whistle of gulls & dead men tales'. it beckoned for the weary hearts. for the sunken ships & forgotten graves; sailors, lost at sea, swallowed whole by the black pearl of deep. it haunted the dreams of men; this beautiful song. strung below from the wettest core of hell. so, thus, their angel had emerged; if violence were called by name - euryale, obeyed. a lavishing, crimson gown runs along the moist earth; wet, tattered curls, thrust about her physique in disorderly fashion. framing euryale's face & body, with their savage design; however loud, the oceans' roar - euryale, burns, brighter still. she is not empty in her conquest, as the gorgon slowly draws towards the gentlemen on the beach. she had watched him race against the sea, and felt inclined to know the alluring stranger by name. heavy & damp, were the fragrance lingering about his torso. sweat collects his brow; as did the ocean's spray, that dampened his muscles & moistened his sleek, golden body. "the ocean suits you," her silky voice, wraps against porcelain fang; reaching forward, to close the distance between them, by voice alone. her whisper, might have been mistaken for a seductive caress; were it not for those canines, that so revealed themselves - soft, smiling - across her bottom lip. "surely, the cold should not stop you now," playful words, her tongue flicks each syllable at him; a wicked tone, for all their sultry daring. @Thranduil
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