The water so black that the darkness hummed
The times are changing, and Maru feels it in his bones. It is a subtle, imposing presence that burrows into his skin. The volcanic explosion is change enough, and its far-reaching consequences have yet to settle and be seen, but Maru is used to such elemental transgressions. With a firm word to Delta to avoid the bordering waters he has set out on his own, conch shell left behind. There has been no word, no contact, and the man wonders if perhaps the Governor has perished beneath the molten destruction. How shall the mouth-breathers handle such a crisis?
These thoughts accompany him as he moves through the water with firm, practiced pumps of his tentacles, content to take his time. It is a beautiful day after all. Meant to be savored.
The isles are ever-changing, but they are full of thick sandy beaches that he is content to drag himself upon, strong arms levering his body out of the water as it cascades down his back from his long ebony tresses. Turning to prop his hip upon the sand, Maru stretches out his tentacles into the sea and stares out over the sunlight dancing upon the water, content to bask in its warmth and that of the sand cradling him from below.
What a beautiful day.
These thoughts accompany him as he moves through the water with firm, practiced pumps of his tentacles, content to take his time. It is a beautiful day after all. Meant to be savored.
The isles are ever-changing, but they are full of thick sandy beaches that he is content to drag himself upon, strong arms levering his body out of the water as it cascades down his back from his long ebony tresses. Turning to prop his hip upon the sand, Maru stretches out his tentacles into the sea and stares out over the sunlight dancing upon the water, content to bask in its warmth and that of the sand cradling him from below.
What a beautiful day.
Maru
