The moon shone through a veil of clouds over the east beach of Manta Carlos, the hiss of the waves only just overpowering the sound of the wind. The night was silent save for the white noise of the elements. Perhaps it was this calm that almost let the suited form of Diam seem perfectly in place. The footprints he had left in the sand traced his walk back towards the city, deeper pockets marking places he had stood for extended periods to look out over the sea.
The small vampire bent over and selected a stone from the ground, tossing it couple times in his hand. After watching the water for a few moments a snap of his wrist sent the rock skipping out over the waves.
It was nice to allow such diversions now and again.
A raindrop plipped off Diam's shoulder, drawing his gaze to the sky. A light drizzle began to fall, marking small patches in the sand and ripples in the water. Perhaps he should have thought to bring an umbrella.
The small vampire bent over and selected a stone from the ground, tossing it couple times in his hand. After watching the water for a few moments a snap of his wrist sent the rock skipping out over the waves.
It was nice to allow such diversions now and again.
A raindrop plipped off Diam's shoulder, drawing his gaze to the sky. A light drizzle began to fall, marking small patches in the sand and ripples in the water. Perhaps he should have thought to bring an umbrella.