Dancing in the sand | Open |

Dasor stood with his hindquarters pressed against a lone tree, her branches draped over his patchy coat as he gazed out through her leaves at the dark expanse before him. The slow rhythmic sound of sand rippling as the breeze toyed lightly here amongst the waters edge. He watched with almost childish interest as the waves lapped slowly at rocky edges. Sand rock and tree meeting the water in a chaotic yet curious nature. Water in his past has always been presented in a bleak dry expanse. The land here was rich, deep in texture and life. 

A surprised snort was ripped from him as his nostrils flared seemingly of their own accord, black tipped ears straining forward then flicking back as if he was undecided on where the danger was approaching from. A bird had fallen seemingly out of nowhere to the water below, ruin the studs serenity. He watched as the creature disappeared below the surface only to resurface with a full beak. He sat there on the water, floating out there all alone eating its catch. Curiosity got the better of him and Dasor crept forward, quietly in an attempt not to disturb the creature back into flight mode. It puzzled him that creatures would live within the water. 

Silver moonlight caught the brute as he walked, highlighting old and fresh wounds, his skull white against a mostly black pelt. Dropping his weight down onto his forehand he stalked forward. Hocks ready and waiting should they need to spring into action to save his childish butt. His maw trailed low to the floor with his eyes turned upwards watching the bird for any sign it would take flight. The cold water sent a shiver of shock through his body as he hit the lakes edge. Snorting to rid his nostrils of the wet invasion was all it took for his feathered friend to take to the skies once more. Shaking his head in self amusement Dasor lipped at the water, he had never really liked those things. 


ooc; ummmm ?