Post by firefly on Jan 2, 2021 19:45:23 GMT
See the line where the sky meets the sea? it calls me
And no one knows, How far it goes...
And no one knows, How far it goes...
It is said that Driftwood was washed ashore with the tide, that he simply appeared in the place where the sand met the sea. He smelled of salt and faraway places, sand clinging to the gold of his hair. Barnacles adorn his spiral horn, his mane drips with salt water, and starfish climb across his frame, moving freely as they explored the thickness of his fur. When he walks, water pools at his feet, branching outward for only a moment before fading into the earth. In a way, he is as much sea creature as horse, moving gracefully upon the beach as if he were born to do so, even as his entire being cries out for the water which reached for him with every crashing wave.
He is a timeless creature – for no one knows how long Driftwood has roamed this world, and he carries himself with an aire of experience which suggests he might have been as old as the sea itself, a secret he would never share. For now, the golden stag is somewhere new, somewhere that called to him as much as his ocean home, curiosity driving him onward.
There is a lightness to his step, a twinkle in his eye, and as he walks along the loamy surf, he watches with a curious gaze. Birds flock to gather the small crabs who seem to follow in his wake, dotting behind him in a line of faithful soldiers. Parallel to his movement, there are sea creatures who leap close to the shore, crying to him with familiar greetings, beckoning him to return to the sea… but Driftwood marches on, inexplicably drawn toward something new and unfamiliar. Drawn toward a dream he could not quite explain.
They would find him there – the old man beside the sea, humming curiously as he inspected the grasses which lie just beyond the sand – almost as if he’d never seen such a thing before. He marveled at the creatures who walked along the beach, similar in their horse-like appearances, but so different from he at the same time. And he wondered, what magic and wonders this world would share.
He wondered, what would lay beyond the sea.
He is a timeless creature – for no one knows how long Driftwood has roamed this world, and he carries himself with an aire of experience which suggests he might have been as old as the sea itself, a secret he would never share. For now, the golden stag is somewhere new, somewhere that called to him as much as his ocean home, curiosity driving him onward.
There is a lightness to his step, a twinkle in his eye, and as he walks along the loamy surf, he watches with a curious gaze. Birds flock to gather the small crabs who seem to follow in his wake, dotting behind him in a line of faithful soldiers. Parallel to his movement, there are sea creatures who leap close to the shore, crying to him with familiar greetings, beckoning him to return to the sea… but Driftwood marches on, inexplicably drawn toward something new and unfamiliar. Drawn toward a dream he could not quite explain.
They would find him there – the old man beside the sea, humming curiously as he inspected the grasses which lie just beyond the sand – almost as if he’d never seen such a thing before. He marveled at the creatures who walked along the beach, similar in their horse-like appearances, but so different from he at the same time. And he wondered, what magic and wonders this world would share.
He wondered, what would lay beyond the sea.
DRIFTWOOD
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ooc: trying out someone new, bear with me <3
