Post by Terg Broadsword on Dec 16, 2009 17:54:09 GMT -5
The tide was out, and the sand was littered with the normal sea debris, shells, smooth rocks, seaweed and other things. It was a good time for beach combing. Even though the sun was shining, the air was thin and cold, evidence of the oncoming winter season. To step a paw in the sea now would mean instant uncomfort, except for those who where design to be in the water. An otter for instance.
Terg swam swiftly through the fridgid water, his thick coat blocking the worst of the cold. His burning limbs drowned out the last of the cold. Pushing himself to go faster Terg sped threw the last lap of his morning swim. He broke the surface of the water gasping for air, but full of exileration.
Water poured of him in sheets as he trod back to the shore. The cold air made him shiver and he quickly tossed a towel set on the shore over his shoulders. Flicking water from his long whiskers the large sea otter padded down the beach to a large log that sat leaned against a boulder. In the log had worn rope handles fixed to the top, added speacily by Terg himself.
Dropping the towel onto the rock the warrior took hold of the handles and gently let the log down onto the sand. Then with a small grunt he hefted it up over his head and onto his shoulders. Slowly at first but getting faster, he began to jog down the beach, staying on the wet sand so his paws wouldn't slip as much. Despite the cold weather sweat began to drip down his back. He didn't stop though. This is what he enjoyed, a challenge for his body.
Terg swam swiftly through the fridgid water, his thick coat blocking the worst of the cold. His burning limbs drowned out the last of the cold. Pushing himself to go faster Terg sped threw the last lap of his morning swim. He broke the surface of the water gasping for air, but full of exileration.
Water poured of him in sheets as he trod back to the shore. The cold air made him shiver and he quickly tossed a towel set on the shore over his shoulders. Flicking water from his long whiskers the large sea otter padded down the beach to a large log that sat leaned against a boulder. In the log had worn rope handles fixed to the top, added speacily by Terg himself.
Dropping the towel onto the rock the warrior took hold of the handles and gently let the log down onto the sand. Then with a small grunt he hefted it up over his head and onto his shoulders. Slowly at first but getting faster, he began to jog down the beach, staying on the wet sand so his paws wouldn't slip as much. Despite the cold weather sweat began to drip down his back. He didn't stop though. This is what he enjoyed, a challenge for his body.