A chill, solemn breeze caressed against his face almost curiously as it ruffled his tapered sideburns and chin fur. Its presence only made the young Godling lazily chuckle as he shook his body if only hoping to stop such a strange sensation from continuing. He was quite ticklish, truth be told.
Half lidded, his eyes glanced about lazily although within them a light seemed to kindle as curiosity for this foreign surrounding stirred up an excitement within his small form. The cogs of his small mind were already beginning to wind with ideas and reckless fun! Standing there, he looked upwards as his maw gaped. What were those puffy, white things in the air? His eyes widened in amazement as it appeared as if one of them was arching ever so slowly and toppling over itself as it moved across the sky. A complete white out! No, wait- that wasn’t right. Furrowing his brows in thought for a moment a lopsided grin broadened across the cub’s face as he breathed, sighing almost with a nonchalant nature. “Wipeooooooout,” he drawled. The sound of it was fitting and seemed to simply just be so right. Such a thing was rather difficult to describe but, for Juuku, it felt as if his mind was already a million and a half steps ahead of him. It was intense! All of these radical thoughts were in his head like they were there before and were totally comin’ and knockin’ on his door like ‘hey what’s up’ and Juuku only felt as he was the one inviting them in and sitting them down if only to say ‘long time no see man, take a seat- stay a while’. Apparently the cogs of his mind were quite animated too, one would assume, or perhaps this rather ‘fresh’ godling was just a bit off his rocker. He was far from crazy, Juuku was vivacious, eccentric, lively and fun loving with gnarly proportions.
Gnarly?
Juuku’s ears perked upwards. He was totally becomin’ a slammin’ sensei of words! Perhaps others wouldn’t quite recognize a falafelsophical dude at first but surly he would be admired. Somehow saying falafelsophical only made him feel a strange sensation churn within his stomach. Glancing down towards his belly it seemed Juuku’s mind found itself back on track as it attempted to ask the first question that had came to mind which, ironically, had been overtaken by a plethora of rad realizations. Where was he? What was this mushy, cold substance beneath his paws? He totally wasn’t diggin’ it at all. Something about the cold seemed to tune him out.
Where was the warmth, the sun, those bodacious rays? Where was the big blue and it’s gnarly waves? The young godling scrunched his muzzle slightly as a puzzled, somewhat confused expression crossed upon his face. Unknowingly it seemed that the only thing which the God had been able to remember was the purpose of which he served and fulfilled with his heart, mind and soul.
It was the surf. It was instinct and naturally the young godling was already pinning for that Hawaiian roller coaster ride. Juuku was looking for that wipeout, anxious to get jumpin' as the surf was up and pumpin', coastin' with the motion of the ocean with whirlpools swirling, cascading, twirling- there was no place he'd rather be than flying by as the waves crested and those sick green rooms curled around him. He was ready to be reelin' and dealin' with the waves- shooting the tubes, Hangin' loose, hang ten, shake a shaka with no worry, no fear, 'cause it ain't no biggie, braddah, especially for an adrenaline junkie like himself. Peering down towards the mortal realm the rather large godling stared out longingly towards the shoreline. He could see himself now, cuttin' in, cuttin' up, cuttin' back, cuttin' out, twisting frontside and turning backside, goofy footed, getting hell munched- He couldn't stay here.
There's no place he'd rather be then chillin' on the waves out at sea, lingering in the ocean blue. And If Juuku had one wish come true it was to be able to surf 'till the sun sets beyond the horizon. Fortunately he didn't have to wish too hard- for those mad surf sessions and crazy, cowabunga waves were already churnin', crisscross and burnin' and his entire life had just begun to revolve around them. Already that head over paws mentality and passion for the waves had kindled inside of him, consuming him whole, as he could feel a connection between himself and the surf stir inside of him. It was hard to explain how exactly it felt but as a rather relaxed and lopsided grin stretched across his maw the surf down in the mortal realm began to surge towards the shore with a new found life. Even from God's Haven he could hear the roar of the surf solace its first thrumming roar as it cascaded and smashed into the shore, praising the return of its long awaited master, the king of the waves, and their new found strength. Sea green eyes narrowed slightly as the desire to immerse himself within his true home was all but overwhelming; he could hear it calling him, speaking so sweetly to him. The words of the sea itself struck a familiar chord as feelings surfaced and fragmented, scattered memories seemed to rise from out of the dust from so long ago.
For a moment he remembered romping around the sands, freely coming and going from sea to the shoreline as he pleased. Nothing restricted him nor held him back- he was free and he lived as he pleased. Like the sea itself, Juuku was a being who was meant to live an unruly, untamed life that had no boundaries- well, his discomfort for traveling too far into the mainland still was very much alive yet even so the godling was one who was a crazy, hyper mass of fur and limbs. Laid back and bearing a level head sometimes, as long as it wasn't cluttered with an oblivious and zoning out moment, Juuku was a character and perhaps he didn't even realize the full extent of his personality and traits.
Certainly, or at least one would hope, he'd decipher those endearing qualities and attributes sooner or later. Perhaps he was simply one of those cubs that only a mother could love.
Speaking of which- did he even have a mother or a father?
A blank expression came over the cub's face as he blinked, his otter tail hanging limp behind him as he sat back upon his rump and pursed his lips with a rather thoughtful, if not confused, expression. Surly he must because how would he be here in this rather cold, lonely place? Was he in time out? Had Juuku done something that was bad and he was being punished? Well, if he was it seemed he had already forgotten what horrible act he had blundered and the cold environment was making him shiver as his tiny jowls chattered together. Sighing as a wreath of fog escaped from out of his nostrils the godling looked around again if only to feel the caressing sensation of the wind licking at his cheek.
Juuku whined restlessly and paced, ears flattening slightly against his skull. As he continued treading in a circle within the snow it seemed strange, puffy, fluffs of white began to fall from out of nowhere. A brow arched curiously as Surf tilted his head back as suddenly a mass of fluffly white seemed to bombard his eyes with a cold, wet sensation. The godling gasped as a slightly horrified look painted itself across his maw as he then pawed at his face, rubbing his eyes against his fur. This cold, wet, mushy stuff was deadly! He was tooooootally not diggin' this! Breathing deeply with his maw gaping open Juuku tried to keep his scrambled self from panicking but how was he going to get out of here? Swallowing, his eyes darted every which way before they looked back towards the opening within the clouds that allowed a bystander to view down into the world below. Silently, Juuku watched as it seemed that these strange, vicious puffy flakes were gently floating down through the opening and escaping. It didn't take long before an idea struck him.
It was like an answer to his every desire! Juuku wanted nothing else than to be on the seashore, dry and cold free, lying on that golden sand if only to play till the sun would set beyond the horizon and now this, this hole in the sky was his way out! A glimmer of mischief twinkled within his eyes as the godling stumbled onto his large paws.
This was it. He was bustin' out of this place!
Juuku crouched down while his bum and otter tail wriggled within the air, front paws slinking forward just enough as he bit his lower lip. The faux hawk and messy bangs that hung in his face wisped slightly as he huffed a breath upwards accompanied with a lazy chuckle. He narrowed his gaze intensely towards the hole within the clouds, wings furling slightly with anticipation. Exhaling deeply, the God in took his final breath before the plunge.
Three...
Two...
One...
"BANZAIIIIIIIIIIII!" The godling cried out, a mini war cry as he hurled himself off of the mountain, twisting and turning within the air as his body fipped upside down and back around, screwing and tumbling within the air. Haphazardly Surf whirled and skyrocketed through the air and down toward the mortal world, wings snapping open as he left the bummer bunkhouse behind. He was heading home.
