[P] turn the waves to concrete

[Damascus]

DAMASCUS TO THE MARROW OF MY BONES Eyes of starlight captured a dying summer wind plucking at the tips of each wave, seafoam kisses reaching up to lick at what little feathering dressed his hooves and the trim of hair cloaking his coronets. The sand was plush and damp this afternoon due the colder weather and the disappearing of the sun sooner in the day - it was a strange feeling to him now, to feel sand and seaweed to cold underfoot, but it was a welcome one after such a seering sumer.  What brought Damascus to the seaside was a wish for fish - they were the colt's favorite animal and he so loved to watch them swim in the bluer shallows of the Terminus where Night and Dusk bordered into Ruris. It was there that rivers met the sea and the water was it's purest; all manner of sealife roamed the confused and bustling waters of the delta. With his goliath of a tail Damascus trudged his way from the river bank to the blue sea's shore, looking donw into the crystalline water to view a crab scuttling below the surface in an attempt to hide from his worrisome shadow.  "Stops!" Damascus commanded of the crab, stomping his hoof into the sand "Friend of yours be myself" he wished to assure the strange sea creature as it continued to scuttle away to the safety of nearby rock pools. Dohv had clambered down long ago and was skipping along the beach sand with a number of interesting shells in hand - Shells were of great interest to Damascus, particularly the spirally ones and the ones that made the home for tiny crabs. For a few day Damascus had even managed to keep one in his nest in the dusk court grounds, only to find him missing one morning...