Song Of The Shores
The rain is warm but the cold breeze makes me shiver. The wet sand under my feet crunches as I shakily get up on my feet. The salty smell of the ocean invades my nose and I bathe in its flavour, inhaling my surroundings. I make one insecure step and then another, carefully climbing over the shattered rocks between the waves that roll onto the beach, where they brake and roll back into the wild waters of the sea.
A seagull cries high above and I look up, gazing over the starlit sky and the full silver moon. I know Remus must be somewhere out there, but even if he stood right in front of me I would feel no fear, but only happiness to see him again.
I look down at me and see the pearly skin reflect the moonlight. My nails are transparent and shimmer slightly. They are long, gracing the slim, delicate fingers. There is not a single hair on my arms, neither my bare chest nor my legs. Some dark curls between my legs, but no more. I cannot see my face, but I feel my brows and the long mane hanging over my shoulders and back. It is good to feel again. It is so lonely without any emotions, so dead.
But I am no longer dead, that I CAN feel.
The waves caress my feet as I run along the beach, yelling into the air though nobody is listening, and rolling in the sand, partially in human, then again in canine form.
I love to live. So very, very much.
Walking along the white cliffs I find a washed-out stairway and climb it. At the top I let my gaze wander along the horizon. There's a village some miles down that road, but I know I cannot walk that far right now. In the other direction, only a few metres away, an old lighthouse catches my view and I decide quickly to take a nap there before walking this goddamn distance to the next village.
The door creaks loudly, but at least it is not locked. Most of the tower has broken down and I climb over some rubbish before I find a trapdoor to the basement. It is damp down there and I can hear water tickling down the wall, but I really don't give a damn. At least it is warmer down here. And that rug over there seems dry. The chance to not freeze while sleeping increases.
AN: Thank my BETA Mary! I'd be lost without her^^ Please R&R, l'C
The rain is warm but the cold breeze makes me shiver. The wet sand under my feet crunches as I shakily get up on my feet. The salty smell of the ocean invades my nose and I bathe in its flavour, inhaling my surroundings. I make one insecure step and then another, carefully climbing over the shattered rocks between the waves that roll onto the beach, where they brake and roll back into the wild waters of the sea.
A seagull cries high above and I look up, gazing over the starlit sky and the full silver moon. I know Remus must be somewhere out there, but even if he stood right in front of me I would feel no fear, but only happiness to see him again.
I look down at me and see the pearly skin reflect the moonlight. My nails are transparent and shimmer slightly. They are long, gracing the slim, delicate fingers. There is not a single hair on my arms, neither my bare chest nor my legs. Some dark curls between my legs, but no more. I cannot see my face, but I feel my brows and the long mane hanging over my shoulders and back. It is good to feel again. It is so lonely without any emotions, so dead.
But I am no longer dead, that I CAN feel.
The waves caress my feet as I run along the beach, yelling into the air though nobody is listening, and rolling in the sand, partially in human, then again in canine form.
I love to live. So very, very much.
Walking along the white cliffs I find a washed-out stairway and climb it. At the top I let my gaze wander along the horizon. There's a village some miles down that road, but I know I cannot walk that far right now. In the other direction, only a few metres away, an old lighthouse catches my view and I decide quickly to take a nap there before walking this goddamn distance to the next village.
The door creaks loudly, but at least it is not locked. Most of the tower has broken down and I climb over some rubbish before I find a trapdoor to the basement. It is damp down there and I can hear water tickling down the wall, but I really don't give a damn. At least it is warmer down here. And that rug over there seems dry. The chance to not freeze while sleeping increases.
AN: Thank my BETA Mary! I'd be lost without her^^ Please R&R, l'C
