[AW] Lose the Suit & Jump In

[Thranduil]

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 His words are clever and bright

Credits: Image by Schwartze @ DA