Paws twitch.
Webbings stretch.
Lungs rise.
The grey beast had awoken.
To silence.
Flesh cold, drenched and sea-splattered, it drifts still and quiet on the everling tides.
T
hen it sinks.
Leaning backwards into the deep waves.
Tilting over to correct itself.
Eyes scouting a watery wasteland.
A pale grey dot, floating in the vast distance, a bobbing being on the surface.
It seems trustable, or rather simply unprovokable.
YOU ARE READING
Sea
خيال (فانتازيا)A soon-to-be tale, of; - Strange Scenarios - Mysterious Mysteries -A stick figure called Bob - Mystical Myths - Curious Creatures, ...and the narration of an incredibly lost seagull trying to find a place to call home. ...
