.:Glace:.
A lean dusty blonde haired man walked down the beach, an ancient scroll in his left fist. His hand clamped down hard on the torn paper, it looked very worn down. Craning his neck, he glanced up at the pier overlooking the beach. A few people had stopped to stare at the odd man and he shot a word of warning through his eyes. They immediately fled from the outcropping, their faces either in a mask of guilt or surprise. He hissed at the one female that giggled at him. Plopping down on the bleached white log on the sand, Glace sighed and shook his head staring at his long hands. His entire frame shivered and shook until he shrunk down, only a few inches because he is so tall, and he rocked back on his peach furred haunches. He seemed to relate better in his Lucain form, maybe he could grieve better without the audience. I mean really, nobody cares if a puppy the size of a horse starts balling on a log! A tear trickled down his pink cheek; he swiped it away and stared pensively at it. Scraping his paws against the wood he carved some random doodles. Will I ever forget? Or is everything going to remind me of her? She knows...What if she was still out there, telling my secret to the world? He gasped, "She wouldn't...Would she?" Swallowing back the bile that rose in his throat, Glace adjusted his wingblades and twitched his ears. He unclenched his paw and opened up the letter, he traced over the wrinkle lines. Imagining her voice, how it was smooth and liquid, seeing her face, perfect and round with little dimples, Glace sat on the beach wanting her to come back to him.
.:1:.
((Sorry, this took me more then a minute to write xD))