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 Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 7:06 pm
 'God save us... God save us all... God hates us... God hates us all.'
A soft sigh escaped the Elder as he gazed up at the bleak, gray sky with his bleaker, grayer eyes. After a few lengthy moments, he straightened himself, angling his head back to its natural, slightly downward angle, looking out at the area before him. He sat regally upon a rock jutting up from the sea, the tallest one of a series of rocks leading back to the shore. The sea was turbulent today, more turbulent than he remembered it being. Oh yes, he had been here before, however that was a long time ago. He was a bit surprised that he could remember this, but he had a very good memory, maybe too good of a memory, but that was up for interpretation. He personally would not have minded being a little more forgetful.
He watched as the seas beat against the rock he perched upon, wondering why it was so violent today. It was not usually this violent, was it? He heard others talk about the sea being such a beautiful, peaceful place. From what he heard, this place should be more tranquil, and he remembered it being calmer than this. Then again, he was anything but a sea expert. He blinked at the waves, continuing to observe the repetitive action of the waves hitting the rocks, then receding, then coming back relentlessly, as if trying to destroy the foundation he sat upon. A mocking smirk tugged on the ends of his lips. He did not believe he had any sort of foundation for anything to destroy anymore. He had nothing. He was nothing.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 9:23 am
 Ianthe scowled lightly at the sea below her, which had grown far more turbulent than usual today. Perhaps Thalassa, Modeity of the Seas, was angry with her tribe today. Perhaps another Modeity had annoyed the ancient force. Whatever was the case, Ianthe was stranded on the wrong side of the water. She had spent the day on shore with Selena and Ismene, and, even as adept at swimming as she was, it would be foolish to risk being dragged under by the current.
With no choice but to stay near or on shore, Ianthe scanned the area around her, pausing when she saw a large figure on the outcrop of rocks just off land. Squinting to see better, the female Elder eventually realized she was looking at a male Elder.
Well that was...odd. Her tribe was the only one for miles around, so what was the black male doing out here? He clearly had little care for the sea; he was risking being knocked off his rocky post and into the crashing waters the longer he sat there.
Ianthe sighed to herself. Although not really in the mood for company, she couldn't just leave one of her kind to tempt Death. The old Elder quickly and expertly descended down the cliffs and jumped to the rocky beach, then began the journey across the rocks to the stranger. Once she was only a couple of rocks away from him, Ianthe decided she had come far enough; the water was splashing too high at this point for her tastes.
"You should come back from there!" she called out over the crashing waves. "A storm is coming in soon, the waves will only get higher. They'll pull you down!"
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