Post by Nicholas Blake on Sept 25, 2014 2:12:10 GMT
Nicholas was in Seattle, looking out at the ocean. He had a canvas sitting in front of him and was painting the ocean with a lone boat out there, being tossed around by a dark, rough sea. Of course, this was a beautiful day, but still, a touch of creative flare.
He had fought a few times recently, but hadn't used his wolf form in a while. It was bugging him that nothing was worth his actual attention in that manner.
Elle was in her own little world, reading from an old book curled up on the beach. She didn't have a lot of peaceful days, but at least this was one of them.
Post by Nicholas Blake on Sept 30, 2014 17:35:21 GMT
He took a slashing motion to the canvas with his brush, then mixed it around with the rest of the sea.
"And there we are," he said to himself. "Done." He put his brush aside and left the canvas to sit for now as he took a look out for the first real time at the area around him. He took a breath and smelled the sea air, but there was something else in there. Something somewhat familiar, and different.
"Someone like me?" he hissed, leaping from his embankment onto the beach.
Post by Nicholas Blake on Sept 30, 2014 22:22:43 GMT
Nicholas walked around the beach, trying to find the source. He kept following it, then found it. He neared the woman and walked over towards her a bit more slowly.
Post by Nicholas Blake on Oct 13, 2014 13:04:27 GMT
"I could care less about the running themes of love and compassion. Now, the social injustice? The idea that pseudonyms and disguises marking criminal action and changes? Those I enjoy. Nicholas Blake," he told her.