city of dogs [o, tempest]
Mar 12, 2015 13:00:13 GMT -5
Post by `Gallows on Mar 12, 2015 13:00:13 GMT -5
The dunes of the beach went on for what seemed to be miles, just like the forest he emerged from only hours ago. The outskirts of Cascaro were vast, and the three legged dog found traveling here to be quite the journey. He couldn't tell whether or not he enjoyed the trip, the couple of weeks it took to get here from a quaint town in the Adirondacks of New York were tiresome. But he'd chosen the perfect time to travel, the beginning of spring when all the snow was slowly melting and made for easier walking. The winter of New York was not that much different than Maine, cold snow storms were frequent down there as well, he'd only heard of winters of Maine though. It was a wonder he'd survived through it, but he had the old pack to thank for that. He bounded through the dunes until he could see the water's edge. Imshael cast his gaze out to the water, where it was unforgiving and wild.
He turned his gaze ahead of him and continued to move along the shore. The Pit mix would come to a halt several minutes later, he glanced around. He was tired, his body ached from the journey. He knew how to pace himself, and he had, but he was suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion. Imshael slowly brought himself to lay in the sand, facing the water. He watched as it stretched forward and crashed back into the ocean, eyes slowly growing heavy. Yet he did not rest, merely laying there to ease his aching muscles. He was not going to fall asleep while he still had the rest of the city at the tips of his paws. He lifted his head from his paws, craning to look behind him before he sat up with his hind leg cast to the side. "So this is Cascaro? Hm," He murmured to himself, was this truly the city of dogs?
[ ooc: possible Tempest joining thread, will need convincing and information since he's a new resident here! ]
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