debijayn

DebiJayn is here and ready to go.

I'll RP my girl, Crem. <3

Crem finds herself on the sunkissed shores of a sandy beach, the waves lapping gently at the sand as gulls circle overhead. Seagrass lines the dunes behind her, the only visible sustenance the eye can see. Scattered along the beach are mounds of old dried seaweed, castoffs from the sea's depths. Looming over the ocean like a vulture is a massive black stormcloud, bolts of lightning can be seen crashing to the ocean below it. But the cloud is still far out to sea, you'll have time to do a little looking around before you have to find shelter. You can go up the beach to a partially submerged rock formation, or over the dunes to see what's on the other side, what will it be?

Crem (short for Irish Creme) stood quietly on the shore, her muzzle to the wind as she inhaled the salty beach air. It was peaceful here, alone among the calm beach sounds; she was grateful for the relaxing break. The mare shook her head, shaking out the dried salt that had settled in her mane following her brisk run through the spray of the crashing waves. Finally, she concentrated on taking stock of her surroundings. Nothing seemed recognizable. I must have strayed far...

Well, she had come to the beach to get away from the bustle of every-day life, so Crem decided to take advantage of the new surroundings to do a little exploring. Looking around, she noticed nothing remarkable except the line of dunes to one side, and the rock formation a little farther down. Figuring on traveling behind the dunes on the way back, the mare decides to approach the rocks. Hooves kicking up sand as she cantered along, Crem cast a wary eye to the distant storm, carefully calculating how much time she could afford to take before she'd be forced to return home.

All along the beach are piles of washed up seaweed that still house crabs, oysters and other small shellfish, though from their time on sand, some are beginning to fall open and reveal the treasures they hold inside. Out to sea, the storm seems to be picking up more energy as lightning seems to be striking with more urgency to announce the storm's coming.

As she neared the outcropping of rocks, Crem bent her head to sniff at the clumps of seaweed. A crab that had only just managed to free itself from entanglement snapped a claw at the mare before scuttling off towards the waves. She snorted, increasing her speed to a light canter. As she rounded the near side of the rocks, a particularly loud thunder made her start. She cast her gaze along the shoreline for some sort of shelter, but her curiosity pulled her back to the rocks.