09-01-2020, 06:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-01-2020, 06:14 PM by westley h..)
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To open his eyes to an unfamiliar shore brought a familiar sense of displacement. Westley leveled his breath slowly and coughed, quick to promise himself never to dive into the ocean without shifting first. Fighting rough waves as a clouded leopard only brought an unnecessary amount of pain and exhaustion to his body.
Beneath the rising sun, the feline remained as he lay, dismissive of the waves still soaking salt water into his fur. He could not have been amongst the sea for a disastrous amount of time, since he still held air within his lungs. Assessing the island he washed upon sounded like the next course of acti- "Westley?"
Ah - there we are. Westley heaved himself up without another moment's thought, relief escaping his chest at the sound of Summer's voice. Off-kilter, he found himself face first in the sand hardly a second later, blinking in momentarily bewilderment. With a soft grunt, he rose again, tail curling behind him for balance. There we go.
"Over here, I'm alright." He offered gently, attempting to shake both the water and sand off his coat. "Let's take a break from surprise dives into the ocean, yeah?" In the end, the leopard knew only luck saved them from calling the depths a permanent home. Marvelous luck.
"Now then," to business, Westley grinned, "I can't say I've been to this island before." For all the years he could travel, the world always found new challenges and adventures to offer. Perhaps I really should take up cartography.
[align=right]**Ikigai. (n.)
To open his eyes to an unfamiliar shore brought a familiar sense of displacement. Westley leveled his breath slowly and coughed, quick to promise himself never to dive into the ocean without shifting first. Fighting rough waves as a clouded leopard only brought an unnecessary amount of pain and exhaustion to his body.
Beneath the rising sun, the feline remained as he lay, dismissive of the waves still soaking salt water into his fur. He could not have been amongst the sea for a disastrous amount of time, since he still held air within his lungs. Assessing the island he washed upon sounded like the next course of acti- "Westley?"
Ah - there we are. Westley heaved himself up without another moment's thought, relief escaping his chest at the sound of Summer's voice. Off-kilter, he found himself face first in the sand hardly a second later, blinking in momentarily bewilderment. With a soft grunt, he rose again, tail curling behind him for balance. There we go.
"Over here, I'm alright." He offered gently, attempting to shake both the water and sand off his coat. "Let's take a break from surprise dives into the ocean, yeah?" In the end, the leopard knew only luck saved them from calling the depths a permanent home. Marvelous luck.
"Now then," to business, Westley grinned, "I can't say I've been to this island before." For all the years he could travel, the world always found new challenges and adventures to offer. Perhaps I really should take up cartography.
[align=right]**Ikigai. (n.)
your heart's in the same place
westley hawkins - the pitt - clouded leopard - information
but your mind is a million miles away
westley hawkins - the pitt - clouded leopard - information
but your mind is a million miles away