Post by V on Jun 21, 2017 21:42:56 GMT -5
Cliffs overhung near endless ocean, and the patched tom stood on one such rocky outlying, wind battering his fur as storms stirred up. Clouds surged, angry tides being grabbed at by lusting wind, dragging them higher than they should. Rain sliced through wind, slicking surfaces, cutting like daggers into flesh. He was lucky that the winds weren't yet enough to throw his massive body, but it wouldn't be safe up here much longer. Swiftly, with powerful ripples of muscle sending his form into motion, the uncharacteristically large tom steered himself away from the savage winds. His body sunk lower, drawing up his shoulders and sinking closer to the ground to center himself against stray gusts, tail swaying to aid his balance as he navigated the treacherous steps until he found himself on the coastal plain once more. It was these moments, this wild abyss of unknown, and this savage wonder that existed in nature that reminded Marco that he was truly free. Chain-link fences, the stench of pollution, the stress of a deadline. These could be put behind him. Freedom was untainted here, you could wander for days and still exist peacefully. If he was a poor hunter, there would be more to be concerned with perhaps. But such was not the case with the piebald tom. He paused, staring out into the ocean once more, before beginning to walk towards the rockier features of the land once more. The ocean, while beautiful, was no place for a rogue. It was best for him to return to one of the surrounding forests, they were quite a walk, but he had the stamina to reach them quickly. He walks | "He talks." | He thinks. |
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