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▐░The sounds of crushed gravel under the soles of shoes echoed out on that empty path. The sun beaming down with a vengeance on the back of any necks feeling brave enough to face this heat. How did she end up in this situation? The tour was going... somewhere but she only joined for the pretty pictures. Then.. there was some smashing noise? She remembered everyone walking off course to see what it was but no one could locate.. whatever it was. She knew though, with the heavy scent of blood in the air that someone was hurt, and they were close. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to skip a meal before boarding that plane because now her fangs ached with a throbbing sensation that nearly brought her jaw down to expose them to the world.

     Inigo stretched his arms up over his head with a stiff yawn. He quickly moved his arm down to shield his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the light just enough to make out the large expanse of sand and ocean before him. Despite the excitement threatening to cause him to burst from the inside out, the long journey had succeeded in putting Inigo to sleep. A second more of stretching and he's off into the sand, first off to search with the person that he had ridden there with.

     After spending the better part of ten minutes wandering along the shore, he spots a navy blue umbrella sticking out from the sand and a familiar figure laid out beneath. "Gods, there you are, I thought you'd run away from me," he chuckles as he approaches her, immediately taking a seat next to her, feet sticking on from beneath the umbrella, leaning in a bit closer to her as he speaks.

Bill on Vacation! by ~{bunnies.ἶn.lσvє}~ on Flickr.