Post by devil on Jun 13, 2007 16:27:22 GMT -5
The tang of salt danced upon my tongue unforgivably as I dipped my crania down to examine a stream of water flowing through the sand, cutting a path to the open sea. It was on its way to the sea...but why it would be salty, when the sea was hundreds of feet away? The answer eludes me. But I feel determined to figure it out. Why would it be salty? The water source it comes from is fresh water, not a trace of salt in the clear liquid that lies in the soon to be stagnant pool of water. I snapped my brain pan up sharply as a strong breeze came off of the sea and raced over the sandy beach. Miniature dust storms sprang up around the once calm beach. In an instant, the gust was gone. I blinked rapidly to clear my eyes of the sand that had invaded my orbs. I took in the scene that surrounded me. White stretches of beach went on and on for miles on end, but if you turned a little north, you met the sea. Blue waves crashed against the shore with white foamy tops. Farther out, the deep blue water was calm. And if you turned completely south, you faced a sharp cut off of sand, which led to cliffs, then just after the deadly cliffs, was open meadows. Such irony. You would expect nothing edible to be growing any where near this land...but low and behold! There is. Though, I prefer the cliffs. Much easier to kill someone. In fact, on my way here, I eliminated a stallion hell bent on revenge. Don't know on who, but he was. I'm sure he was about nineteen, and was growing senile in his old age. Not even he understood why I was killing him. Am I the only one in this sad, forgotten world that is trying to make it a better place? I turned and moved away from the little salty stream and made my way farther up the beach. I hate sand. I feel a tad bit of pity for the mares that must fight in this horrid soil. But this is worse, it is wet and has no stable consistancy. I took in a deep breath of the salty air. I hate the sea. I looked around at the land that layed out 'fore me. I didn't feel like trumpeting, so I said plainly, I, Traidand claim Caribbean Island as mine.