Post by donovan on Jun 27, 2013 16:37:30 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:360px; padding:5px; background-color:#D8D8D8;] ahead there's land, we'll row the boat |
| [atrb=style, background-color:#eee; max-width:360px; ] each strand of seaweed was lined in a row on the shore. he wiped each piece clean of gunk and sand, tucking them away into a box. it wouldn't do for his customers to find sand in their meal. not that... he even had customers. the sprites that showed up only wanted a drink, no one ever stayed to eat his baked sea-goods. were they that bad, really? or maybe it was the condition that his shack of a cafe was in. well, maybe if people would come and buy his coffee and tea, he could improve the quality. tch, humans. never helping anyone but themselves. donovan's nose was scrunched up and his lips were pulled into a sneer. he was grumbling to himself, his grey scales shimmering and roasting in the sun. he had pulled himself onto the beach, enjoying the warm and tingly feeling that the sunlight left on his skin. the merman seemed annoyed today. he found out someone had been digging into his sea crops. bites were taken out of his seaweed and anemones had been ripped out of place. no one in this ocean had any manners. didn't they know a carefully tended to garden when they saw it? the man was caked in sand now, rolling down the hill and squirming to get back to the sea. donovan's hair had dried in his wait, smelling of salt. he was struggling to roll his body back down the sand banks. there was a seagull perched curiously on a rock nearby. it eyed donovan and the man jabbed his finger in its direction before it could so much as caw. "yeah, i'm watching you too, birdbrain. go chase someone else's tail," he snapped, trying to vault sand in the creature's direction to scare it away. open |
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