Beach Escape [Open/Any]

[poss2]

It had been quite a lazy few days. Her master, Mr. Lucius Erif, seemed to have business keeping him busy and thus Brooke found herself searching for something to do. Places to go. Things to see. Someone in the Plaza recommended the beaches in the area- the sweltering heat outside making it hard for the air conditioners to keep up inside of the building, so she decided to take their advice. Lucius trusted her with some freedoms, and she could not find him to ask permission, and thus she felt there would be no harm in getting a few rays.

The beach was beautiful. The sand was hot. It was early evening, the sun still having several hours before it would fully set, and thus the slender slave decided it would be a perfect time to catch up on her reading while she waited for the sun to set. Having purchased a new bikini for the day, she walked down the beach for nearly an hour. The waves lapped at the shore, licking at the sand and dampening her toes while she explored for a private area to relax and enjoy the peace and quiet. It took her a while, escaping the loud laughter of families enjoying the public beach, to find the small location but she was overjoyed when she laid eyes on it.

Rocks jutted to the heavens on either side, and the small cove was peaceful, quiet. It looked as though perhaps even the swimming would be enjoyable, but she would wait until the setting of the sun to enjoy the crisp waters. Brooke unraveled the blanket she had taken with her, laying it down upon the warm sand before stretching out on her stomach, book in hand. The water crashed against the rocks, the birds squealed, and.. it was heavenly. She drifted in to the plot line of her novel, relishing in the scenery she had come across.

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Sarah Anders

While the day wasn't her favourite time to roam the town, Sarah had found the sucluded bathing area long ago. And had fallen inlove with it. With the heat that bogging down the poor feline, it only made sense to go for a swim and get cleaned up.

In a large, white bengal tiger form, Sarah slowly moved through the forest, moving towards her little watering hole. Tongue hanging out of her mouth, and heavily panting, Sarah prenched on a rock, watching the hole for a moment.

Seeing a stranger wander into her wateringhole, Sarah hundled down. Suppressing the growl that was rising up in her throat, she instead let her fur brustle up. Watching the women wander around the pool a bit longer, Sarah decided she didn't want her pool, atleast not yet.

Slunking down from her rock to the pool, Sarah lapped up a bit of water. She watched halfheartedly, not willing to provoke the stranger into fighting, not that they carried any weapons with then while they reeked of blood. Blood bank. Poor slave girl. Feeling her tattoo's prickle along her skin. How she hates slavery..

[poss2]

The lapping of the waters edge at the sandy escape of beach that outstretched before her offered a serene backdrop of noise as she read in utter silence. The blanket beneath her had grown warm, comfortably so, under the persistent rays of sunshine that seemed to have yet to be licked by any cloud cover since she arrived. Brooke lay on her stomach, parallel to the waters edge, feet raised behind her and swinging intermittently as she lay quietly, never peeling her eyes from the pages that were displayed before her.

Brooke never wore a collar, or any sort of jewlery that marked her life as a slave. Instead, a bold black X was tattooed on the underside of each wrist, something that was no removable and had been there since she was a child. Rolling on to one hip, lifting a knee and shifting to lay on her back, the book propped on her chest as she read the lines, flipping a page. She never caught sight of the Bengal until she set the book face down in the sand beside her, stretching her arms, and her back, due to tired muscles from a prolonged state in one position.

She froze- a state of mind telling her not to move too quickly or she would startle the creature. It could grow hostile, it could attack. or.. it could leave. In truth, she was more interested in watching the white tiger than scaring it off. She had never laid eyes upon such natural beauty in her entire life, and she found herself sitting in the warm blanket in silence, watching every liquid movement the being made.