He was amped.
Juuku couldn't help but feel invigorated from the sun's warming rays as his large form basked within its light. There was an ambiance which encompassed the Bahari which could soothe the most restless of souls and instill a time to reflect and peacefully meditate with no worries or strife. The bare necessities of life was all one required to make it through day to day but the motion of the ocean, those gnarly waves, made life all the more sweeter. It was awesome. Stretched out lazily, Surf idly flicked his peculiar, otter-like tail. His head was filled with daydreams which only deepened his oblivious nature. Perhaps one would be mistaken that he was contemplating life's greatest mysteries or thoroughly examining the unexamined life but that was far from the truth; it was all about the waves. The more he watched them rise from out of the blue mistress and crash onto the shoreline the longer he felt himself slip away from reality- losing track of time and becoming engrossed within the tides. This was his domain, this is what he controlled.
The surf was his.
His head felt submerged as thoughts rolled in and out of his mind like the tide lapped at the shore- trailing back and forth. Although he couldn't quite explain this feeling he could only come to a simple conclusion; this was boss, dude! It was sick- no, it was totally sweet.
Large, detached wings lazily unfurled with a snap, flapping as a gust of cool air caressed against his fur. His eyes stared off towards the expansive sea. This was why, as he felt his heart anxiously beat against the cavity of his chest, he knew that this was his calling. This was why he was here. Something had pulled him here. But what? Why? For now it remained a mystery. Fragmented, distant memories seemed to convince him otherwise but who was to say that they were only forgotten dreams; the surreal things in life that, subconsciously, one wanted so desperately to become tangible. Whether what plagued his mind was real or not did little to concern him but the juvenile god still let it linger at the back of his mind rather than casting it away. Maybe, just maybe, he'd come to know of its truth sooner or later.
"Duuuuuuuuude," he exhaled deeply, air escaping from his nostrils while his maw gaped open, hanging ajar with sheer awe.
It was the only thing that, currently, came to mind. For one who was strung out on exhilaration the mind of the god was staring to feel the effect of such a potent emotion. These strange sensations started in his toes, slowly making him crinkle his nose before a broad, goofy grin. Even his eyes appeared to be lost as they had become glazed over and rather set in a half lidded state.
There was an anxiousness that stirred inside of him, a whole pride he had yet to explore. There were undiscovered coves to uncover, tide pools to terrorize and shores to skim- so much to do yet he had all the time in the world. It was where and what to start with that was the puzzling question. Although he hadn't been here long, already the Bahari'Mtoto held a special place in his heart. There was something about the ocean pride that made him feel at home. Here there were others who were infatuated with the ocean mistress just as he was- individuals who respected the waves and paid tribute to the expansive, big, blue sea and all of which it had to offer. The simplest thought of beach bummin', surf seeking lions only made him grin from ear to ear; it was gnarlatious!
A chuckle escaped from out of his chest as the god closed his eyes, rocking his head from side to side as he hummed a simple tune. The current state of his mind seemed to be swept away on the wakes of a daydream almost to the point where he was becoming lost in a silent ballet; waves dancing all around him. Sound was void, lost as Surf fell deeper into the binding grasp of his own musings. He was becoming a hostage to his own imagination and he was enjoying it!
Too much awesome. System overload. Can't focus.
Lying there almost motionless, the God soaked in the warmth of the sand as the gritty sea beneath him molded to his form. This is the life, was all he could think. Breathe; just relax. Again a tingling, pleasant sensation flooded through his body and pulsated through his veins. Somewhat discerned as a jumbled heap of fur, wings and fluff from far away, the god truly hadn't realized that he was in full view. But did it matter? Of course not! Why should he have to hide himself? It'd be a total bummer if he couldn't just be himself. But thankfully the dudes and dudettes of the Bahari were some pretty cool cats. Somehow or another he had lucked out with being so fortunate to have a place he could call home. Not only that but it just so happened to be located on one of the sweetest surf spots in all of Africa.
Could life get any better?
It was already perfect, he grinned to himself.
Curling his body more tightly as his wings laid over his back, the world around him began to darken. He couldn't help it, his eyelids were beginning to grow heavy and no longer could he keep them open. It didn't help that the heat had warmed the sands to a point where the young god felt insulated and encompassed within a warmth unlike anything he had ever experienced. Was the beach always this relaxing? His head no longer could be held upward as it began to dip downward lower and lower until finally it toppled over his crossed forepaws.
Rather than resisting, Juuku let his body and mind be whisked away. His peculiar otter-like tail wrapped around his body while his muzzle twitched, nose wrinkling as his mouth fidgeted and curled with a lazy yet tranquil smile.
This was the life.
