It was empty. Silent. Not that it was something bad, not that it was good either. More of a relieving moment along his travels. Having just left his last job in a rush, he was tired, and he was sore. He was still bleeding under his stomach but it wasn't something anyone would notice as long as he kept walking through the water and didn't roll over onto his back anytime soon. The other wounds were small enough that the water had since stopped the bleeding. Unless he suddenly had to run, or make any kind of movements faster than his leisurely walk, these small wounds would be healed by tomorrow night. He had been wading through the ice blue water for the past ten minutes, but it was about time he moved along. He stepped onto the sand, feeling the warm grains sing through his toes.
Peii started off along the beach, noting that the further he walked the more dense the forest next to him became. He counted the landscape as he went, golden orbs ever active. Though to anyone else he would look like a relaxed, not a care in the world, gentleman. There was nothing he didn't notice, especially when it doesn't quite fit. For example, a small Ethiopian fae, lying on an otherwise abandoned stretch of shore. He stared at her, the small, red figure that lay so relaxed out in the open. He made a note to try to reach that level of safety and comfort one day. He didn't approach her immediately. He studied her figure. She seemed to glow with life, the kind of glow you get when you have a true pure heart. He could be wrong though, but that was a very rare occurrence.
The enormous beast turned his burnt pelt towards the water again. He wasn't about to walk up to some sweet innocent little fae with blood seeping from his pores. So he took a quick dip in the waves again before heading her way. His steps were calculated. His eyes though fixed on his target, were still very aware of the chipmunk that darted along the treeline, and the robin that missed his perch on a small branch and almost careened into the trunk. He brought himself up about 15 feet from her body and dipped his head, taking in her scent. It was sweet, like flowers and honeydew. He prayed that his enormous russian self and dripping wet pelt didn't scare her as he cleared his throat.
"You should try the water"
He spoke clearly, but gently. His voice was that sexy deep kind of raspy. He blamed it on the smoke that had tainted his every organ when he was a child. But it made him sound older, wiser.
POMPEII
The Walls Keep Tumbling Down In The City That We Love Great Clouds Roll Over The Hills Bringing Darkness From Above
Male || Lone || Young Adult
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