|Dominic Ramírez || Quetzalcoatl (plumageablaze) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2011-10-04 07:35:00
|Entry tags:||quetzalcoatl, tiamat|
ancient warnings forged in the void of night
Who: Karin and Dominic
What: There are foul creatures afoot, and their would-be victims (and conjurer herself) are quite unsuspecting of their arrival. A moonlight walk along the beach will no longer sound like a romantic thing to do after this night...
Where: The beachfront by Pax
When: Backdated to around 10:30 P.M., September 30th
Notes: Sensational displays of intense rationalization! Soon. >8D
The truth was, Dominic didn't have much of an explorer's bone in his body. He'd never be an Indiana Jones, a Sir Francis Drake, or even a Don Quixote. It didn't necessarily bother him, for he was content to be a more conservative individual, and living in a realm made up of tangible, realized, and familiar truths better suited his palate. If that meant he'd always be the tortoise in comparison to another's hare--well, there were certainly worse positions in life. Slow and steady could still win the race; a calculating mind tended to notice things an impulsive one missed.
And thus driven by habit, his 'big' night out had consisted of a quiet dinner at home and a trip to the closest movie theater, where he'd seen Courageous. It was enjoyable enough, and quite unlike himself he'd actually taken a cab into the city instead of his own vehicle. Due to the pleasant evening weather, Dominic had cut his ride short on the way back, asking the cabbie to drop him off at the boardwalk, which was still a little busy. He'd made his way quietly through the throng of people, taking in the sights for a short while before leaving the area and venturing closer to the beach, on his way back to Pax. The warm breeze felt good on his skin, and he was glad there was no need for a jacket--he was quite comfortable in khaki shorts and a gray t-shirt.
He paused for a few moments to watch as the moon gently assisted the water, helping it to lap at the edges of the sand, back and forth, back and forth. There was light enough to see, shining from the boardwalk area he'd left behind and the street lamps positioned every some odd feet along the sidewalk; but artificial light was no match for natural brilliance. There, further down along the beach was a bonfire, flames reaching for the darkened sky. A small party was collected around it, no doubt enjoying themselves. Smiling, he turned and once more resumed his walk home.
Pax Letale soon loomed ahead, windows illuminated in various apartments. It was a comforting sight, and he was glad he'd found somewhere to live that felt so...familiar. There weren't enough words to describe properly that notion (which had become something he dwelt on less and less the longer he lived at Pax; he was too at ease). Due to the quieter atmosphere on this stretch of the beach, Dominic drew near to the water.
Where he'd ventured down to, the sand was soaked--he was glad he'd worn sandals tonight. He continued walking steadily towards Pax, though he was intent on staying out a bit longer before eventually going inside. However, shortly he heard the muffled sound of sand being pressed close to the Earth in quick, fluid motions much faster than his own footsteps. Alert, he looked for the source, listening over the lull of the waves. A woman was approaching at a steady pace, coming around the far corner of the apartment building. He hazarded a guess she might be a fellow Pax resident and raised a hand in greeting. "Hello," he said in a congenial tone once she was within hearing range.