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| sea beast | aza Sept 19, 2015 9:01:25 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Sept 19, 2015 9:01:25 GMT -5

m a k o.
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Waves crash onto the shore, ascending the sandy coast before descending just as quickly. Mako watches, his eyes dancing with darkness for just a mere moment before they brighten, the darkness no where to be seen. He watched as the waves built themselves up, climbing into the sky once again before racing up the shore, saturating the sand and anything else in its path. There was something peaceful about the way the water moved on this calm day, something that made him forget just how deadly, just how horrifying the ocean really was.

The suns rays barely peak over the horizon as he reaches the waters side, his bare feet leaving imprints in the damp sand as he walks. The damp sand was another thing about the ocean that he liked, that made him forget what it was really capable of doing. He loved the way it was cool to touch, the way it soothed his soles making a gentle smile form on his lips. He stops for a moment. His toes wiggling into the damp earth, cherishing the way it felt against his skin. The way it tickled the sensitive spots of his soles. As he stands, he watches. He watches as the sun peaks out from behind the horizon, as it paints the sky with a million colours of the rainbow- the sky being the suns very own canvas.

It wasn't until the suns rays touched the ground he stood on too see the small bundle of life at the edge of his vision. Instantly he turns, his eyes studying the small mound before him, his feet began to carry him, on their own accord, to the small sea beast buried away- like lost treasure- in the damp sand. Instantly he is reminded of just how cruel the ocean was. Instantly his fears flare and the peaceful image before him begins to crack, reality shining though the breaks.

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| sea beast | aza Sept 20, 2015 6:42:13 GMT -5

Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Sept 20, 2015 6:42:13 GMT -5

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The shoreline painted with delicate shades of blue has become a bed to childish yellow balloon. It moves slowly through the air - rising slowly like a sponge cake in the oven. Inky silhouettes are made with the light, my eyes shift to count one, two, three people accompanying the silence like an old friend.

I don't remember the last time I came down to the beaches. Here has been a home to memories of good and bad: from catching little fish in rock pools to being stung by jellyfish. Following maps made by my younger self with my footsteps - they prove that there is a treasure here in District Four, and there's no need to dig around for it, for it is the land we walk on.

The canvas on my shoes scrapes against a pebble as I slither down the sands to edge closer to the azure waters. My palms slithering into the pockets in my dungarees as my attention turns to movement on the ground — new life, young life.

It drifts across the sands and my feet follow close behind; my mind spinning with intrigue and curiosity as to what this could be and where it came from. I look up from the animal and notice I am in the presence of another being, a boy looks to the animal with broken eyes.

"Is it alright?"

My head tilts as I lower myself onto the sand to look closer at the animal. It looks cold yet warm at the same time and it possesses eyes which look as if they have seen a thousand kings sit upon a single throne. I want the little thing to be okay, to live and die and not just-- die.

I want to know if it is okay and if it'll be okay and whether it right now is it's definition of okay. Because I don't want to watch it struggle.

It's an animal: carefree and living under no rules and can do countless things that we can't. It shouldn't have to struggle, not now or ever.

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| sea beast | aza Sept 25, 2015 19:22:11 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Sept 25, 2015 19:22:11 GMT -5

m a k o.
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He is on his knees, moisture from the sand beneath him seeping into the material of his pants. But he took no notice his eyes focussed on the small being before him. It looked so small, so vulnerable, so lost and it took all he had not to hold himself together. For as long as he could remember he has always been sensitive, his gentle personality allowing him to empathize with people and other creatures so easily. It started when he was younger, his parents had always been the type of people who would take in strangers if they were lost, or who would feed the strays that linger around him, their kindness rubbing off onto him. Now as he knelt in the sand he almost cried, his hands shaking as he hovered them over the broken animal, he realised he didn't know what do do.

"Is it alright?"

The boy looks up noticing, for the first time, the presence of another. It was a girl, her face etched in worry as her eyes searched his face, his face for an answer. What did she expect him to say? Was he supposed to say? That it was fine? That perhaps it was just sleeping. On the sand. On its own. So small. So far away from anything that it new. No, no he couldn't say that. It was cruel and he was not a cruel person. He was gentle even if the ocean and its merciless tactics were scraping against him hungrily, he would not break.

But even if he couldn't say it not was broken, he couldn't lie either.

He looks back down at the small this and his heart begins to ache. For a moment he forgets someone is with him, his fists clenching tightly because things like this always happened to people who didn't deserve it. Then remembering the girl he looks up at her, clearing his face into something less broken rearranging it to express helplessness.

"I dont know. I- I just dont know. Maybe it is fine, maybe it just needs help." In this world, this world where twenty four kids are rounded up to die, could he really believe that help was the only thing that this small animal needed? Or was it hope that it needed, that all of them needed?