Balthazar Black
Moving over the sands were like second nature to Balthazar nowadays. Though he still recalls the sweet memories of youth, when he would stumble about in the sands following after mama T or trailing after Bessie. He missed how comfortable and happy life felt back then. It almost seemed another life time ago.
He could also remember a time when the sun never really bothered him much, not like it did now. While the hyena boy's goggles did a great job shielding his eyes, there wasn't much to keep the sun from casting its glow on him. Nothing to stop the itchy, burning feeling settling into his skin. It filled him with discomfort and annoyance. "Pip, get back here!" He would groan, after the blue bird, who, despite Balthazar's obvious signs of detest, continued his flight; Pip was a bird on a mission.
After it became apparent that the little parrot wasn't going to quit, Balthazar would follow along behind him pondering just where they would end up.
Eventually the pair had traveled to another side of the island. Balthazar sat on the sea-shore, in much needed shade, and watched the waves, Pip fluttered back and forth along the shore as if confused about where he would go next. "Buddy its an island... Not too many places to go.." Balthazar says with a sigh, his sleepy eyes somewhat disinterested in the events taking place, he let's them sweep across the vast sea before them.
Something was floating in the water. Balthazar squints, trying to see further but isn't able to determine much, except that it was a log...with a passenger on it.
How curious.
So Balthazar decides to wait in the comfort of his palm shade, watching the log drift and wobble about unsteadily, coming closer to shore. Every now and again he would chuckle as the log started to roll one way only to be balanced by hurried effort. Whoever was captain of that vessel had land-lubber legs. He thinks.
The vampire had been somewhere between awake and drifting to sleep when the sound of paws shuffling on the fine sand tickled his sensitive ears. Balthazar's brilliant purple and silver fleckeld eyes would suddenly open, taking a moment to adjust, even behind his protective goggles.
"Oy, welcome ashore traveler.." Balthazar said, a classical hyena whooping call blending against his words, as he approached them from behind. Greeting them was more or less a way of announcing his presence.The vampire took note of Pip who chattering excitedly, circling over and around the stranger. It was then Balthazar blinked and really looked at the stranger.
They were a dusty sand color. Their coat was a shaggy. The hair long and somewhat wavy in places. The scent of leather and sea-salt tickled his senses. It was in a vague way, something familiar to him. Balthazar's pulse quickened, his breath catching in his throat when the dreadlocked tail became noticed. Some of them collecting very familiar trinkets in them.
"Reed? He wasn't even sure if the stranger even heard him, his voice having been barely above a whispering gasp. Surly..he was just imaging this?
Yes..this stranger just happened to share a likeness.. he tries to reassure himself, but the way the little bird was acting made him think otherwise. Balthazar stayed standing a few feet behind the new comer, his paws felt glued to the sand as he combated the waves of various emotions and thoughts threatening to rise inside of him.
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Speech.
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