An air of mystery (OPEN)

[valko]

Valko took his first cautious steps into this new and strange land. he was used to snowy mountains and nothing but trees, and yet here before him lay a beach. stretching as far as the eye could see. he stood still for a moment and flexed his paws, feeling the sand between his claws, it felt good. he took in the scent of the sea and pricked up his ears as he heard the waves lapping lightly against the shore, he liked what he saw. with a slight flick of his tail he was heading off down the beach towards the water, wanting to feel it over his fur. upon reaching it, he bounded right in and rolled over, letting his fur soak up the salty water, it smelt good. he soon tired of this though and slowly came back onto the sand, shaking the majority of the water off, but remembering not to roll in the sand for it would stick to him. He turned to his left shoulder and licked it to relieve the slight pain the salty water had caused to a wound he had suffered merely a day or so ago. He turned to view the land and wondered if there was anyone else present around here or if he would have to travel further to find someone to talk to.

[Pyrrhüloxia]

Flat ^Tone

Flat Tone perused the edges of the beach. His crimson pools solemnly watched the foaming waves ride up the sandy shore before gurgling back down into place with a heavy sigh. Such a sigh mirrored the empty feelings within his blackened heart. There was no meaning to life, not to him. He was a nobody, kicked about like a worthless trinket born from the passion of heartless beings. Tone shut his eyes tight and allowed his masculine head to fall, both harks pulled back. The 'feeling' was creeping up on him again, the feeling of utter despair.

When the sable stag opened his vermilion eyes again, nothing but shades of grey met his weary gaze. No one meant anything to him, and he had meant nothing to anyone. Such a miserable life Tone led. And as his charred talons, unusually large, dipped into the white sand, he halted. The scent of wet dog filled his nostrils abruptly.

Tone snorted irritatedly. Lifting his gaze, searching for a minute, the depressed colt found the wolf responsible. The creature looked happy enough, splashing around in the salty sea before hauling himself back onto the beach. Happiness... something Tone had never known since the disappearance of his mother. Or perhaps he had never known happiness? With a beast like his father around, how could anyone ever be happy? Well, if that was ever his intention, he succeeded.

"Hey," Tone's brassy vocals rumbled forth. The irritation and hopelessness could be seen within the black stallion's empty eyes, red as blood. "Who're you?" he asked bluntly, not even caring to hand out his name. I mean, what kind of a name is Flat Tone anyway? It was just another way to describe his listlessness. Another way to describe how boring, dull and forgotten he was. No one would understand though, no one would ever understand him or the pain he suffers day after day of his miserable life.