Washed up on the beach.

[Tatum]

The waves smacked against the shores of the beach. On a hot day like this it was a nice feeling from the mist of the waves and the slight wind. Usually when you looked at a beach, you would find sea shells, trees, sand and water.

But something was out of the ordinary, something you wouldn't see everyday. There laid a fox washed up on the shores, and away where the waves couldn't hit the creature no more.

Tatum was the foxes name, she was always traveling. She never had a goal, or anything that she had to do. So she never knew what to do with her self. She staggered to get up, she took a few more steps and fell limp.

She didn't know what to do, should she rest? Should she try to get up? Thoughts ran through her head, but she just laid there, and let her mind wonder in tell she decides what to do.

[Rhylyn]

Small, furry paws hit the sand with a small little crunch! A tan body heaving itself from the waves...She couldn't trust the water now, not after it nearly killed her. Blocking out the memories that flooded through the foxes' minnd, she teetered up the shore, collapsing once she was fully out of the water, but the tide had other plans. It continued to suck at her hind legs, trying to pull her back. With a grunt she forced herself up, walking unsteadily to where the sand was warm and free of moisture.

It was then that Rhylyn scented another. Blinking sand and salt water out of her eyes, she peered at the other fae, unable to speak; her throat felt like it was on fire, because she had swallowed seawater, and she was trying to catch her breath. "Wh-who...who're..you?" she panted, not bothering to get up again. Rhylyn wasn't sure if she could, anyways. Her fur was plastered to her thin body, and dripping wet. Suddenly, she young fox turned her head and retched. It was a good few minutes until she had stopped long enough to spit out, "I'm Rhylyn I-"

Rhylyn was cut off, yet again, by puking up salty seawater. Shaking, cold, and still dripping wet, she forced herself to crawl closer. "I'm sorry...Stupid water. Swallowed a whole lot of it." Spitting, she shook herself feebly and finished, "My name is Rhylyn. I guess you just washed up too, huh?" Her voice was raspy, but as she tried to clear it she yelped slightly. Rhy's poor throat was rubbed raw from the salt and vomiting.

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