footprints in the sand

Night fell over the skies, and yet he laid awake. He stared at the stars, unable to find the warmth embrace of slumber. Finnley didn't have many things in his mind to ponder over, but they were enough for him to know he needed a drink. The male had grabbed a bottle from behind the counter on the way out of the bar he had just been a patron at. The prices of which were just too high for the amount of alcohol he was consuming. He should have been drunker than he was. But for now, he would be a thief. It was a rush, a feeling he had never really felt before. He carried the bottle in his mouth as he ran from the city, and giggled to himself. One might think he was a college student, trying his first drink. But that just was not so. He felt like he had no direction in life, just a wanderer, moving from one thing to another. Never really finding a reason to do this or that, other than to chase a feeling of joy. When he finally got to the lake, he planted his rump right into the sand, the bottle sunk right next to him. He took swigs from it every now and then, but he realized all too soon that he would not be able to finish it alone. Well, he probably could, but he really shouldn't do something like that. He could only imagine the immense headache he would suffer from doing something like that. It was not normal for him to think of consequences for his actions, but this time it just made sense. anyone can join! "If the accident will."

ART ➤ ASHON

It had been a long time since she’s traversed these mountainous trails and yet as it lay illuminated by moonlight, little seemed to have changed. Foliage still flourished here, the call of birds a far off memory as naught but silence laced the air. Nary a sound to break it but the rhythm of her own steps and the occasional shit of stones against the earth. In a way it was lonely yet peaceful all the same, it left one to their own thoughts - their devices - and all that came with it. For her it was concentration upon the very reason she’d come here; the floral blooms that crept open under the moon’s gaze.

A delightful perfume could be crafted from sweet blossoms, fragrant and divine. One to cast envy upon any who beheld its aromas. Oh such a scent was sure to fetch a pretty penny though of course a portion would be kept for herself, it could not be helped she craved it as much as the next. It held a particular allure that she could not get enough of as even now it tinted her skin, twisted with subtly upon her fur; just as another’s rose to mix with the passing breeze. Faint hints of distant oceans, reminiscent of the stirring sands and crisp salted air.

Nothing more than a taste allowed before it was stolen away by the fading winds and yet the clink of a bottle brought an ear to swivel. Such a sound chased by that fiery gaze before steps would follow, rocky outcropping rounded to witness the glass fall back to the earth at another’s paws. A towering presence with a deep russet pelt seeming to glow beneath refractions of dulled light yet Tatiana was not so foolish as to loose herself in appearances alone - but he did hold something of interest. The very liquid sloshing behind the veil of darkened glassware as it now lay nestled at his side, surely a little distraction would not hurt.

The night was still young she held the entire evening to pluck the delicate blooms once they revealed themselves around the glimmering lake. Without a hint of shame the silvered fae saddled up beside the unknown, close enough for a paw to hook around the very bottle she was certain he’d been drinking from before a crown would duck and a tongue ran over the rim in sampled taste. It was strong, of that much she was certain, though that had never stopped her from drinking such substance in the past.

For now however, she would refrain. Seek at least some manner of permission before indulging further as gaze flickered up to his, a coy smile upon her lips, “Do you always drink alone?” An honest question for the lake could offer so many other pleasures. “Tastes expensive,” a remark made with a brief swipe of a tongue as if to lap away any remnants which may remain upon her own features, “Where did you come across a blend like this?”