Solira: The Ocean: Cause it’s tragedy and it’ll only bring you down // Micah & Ill : I'm crashin this party!

There was energy in the air. Maybe it was the fact that Spring, in all her lovingness, was moving into the lands of Legend. Or perhaps it was the fact that the Elementals were once again at their tricks and it appeared that Solira was to be the lucky receiver. Whatever it was, it was whipping and zinging around the lands like a cat after a mouse.

A feeling of unrest, though not unkind, had crept over her in the still of the night. It had settled on her haunches as if it were a dog curling up on his owners lap, head nestling into the crook of a bent arm. She had come to consciousness, whether from her own thoughts or the deep musings of sleep, to find the unwelcome guests. Her muscles twitched and itched in response, and she felt the need to move. Where? Anywhere.

There was fluid in her veins and finally she was moving with ease once more. The scars were healed and the scabs had left. The wind, light in its play, whispered sweet nothings in her ear. And she picked up an easy gait, relishing in the way it stretched out her muscled and let the vibrating energy flow from her body. There was no destination in mind, she just had to move.

Farther down the beach two forms were spied. Both appeared to be unknown to her, but this phased her not. Many were here, but only a handful could she put a name to the face. Her pace slowed a fraction, ears pricking as she realized that there were indeed three shapes. Two equine, one…feline? A light huff whispered past her lips as she grew closer, keen eyes grasping at the two more familiar beings. Two’s a party, threes a crowd. But she didn’t care. Something inside her urged her to seek company this morning, to forget the usual solitude that seemed to encompass her. It didn’t appear as if they were in the deep throes of conversation, so she chose to approach.

Her steps were calm and confident, yet not overwhelmingly so. A hint of warmth appeared in her eyes and across her face as she paused in step. A nod of greeting was given to the one that appeared to be the cat tamer, and another to the pallid male. “Hello” Simply put, Clock was not the most versed at flowery conversation.

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They call me Clock. I’m a mish mash, which really means my dam was a floozy and doesn’t remember who my father is. No matter. It’s been 5 years since I last cared about my so called family. Some say I’m a loner, but I prefer to think that I’m just really picky about who I associate with. I can appear cold and calculated, but I’m loyal to the end for those that I believe are worthy of it. I analyse things non-stop, I like to take my time, which sometimes causes others to be nervous, not knowing what I’m thinking and all that jazz. I like to think that’s part of my charm.