Location: Somewhere along The Ocean shore on The Eastside Open: to all
Surprisingly, Heathcliff often enjoyed spending time at the beaches lining The Ocean, especially when the moon was bright and it was less likely for someone to be around - not that the vastness of the shoreline was a particularly busy place otherwise, whether through the sandy beaches, pebbled gulfs or rocky cliffs; it was the nature at its wildest, tinged with a hint of salt in the air. With a light hooded coat over his shoulders, for the night was chilly especially so close to the wide expanse of water, he walked along the shore with unhurriedness of someone admiring the Mother in all her wild glory with a melancholy yearning for it. Until he’d found a particularly nice spot to linger around, the view ahead of him beautiful to gaze at. He'd fancied he'd seen a gathering of glittering fish beneath the surface of the restless waters but it could also just be the moonlight dancing on the waves. He lingered, emerald eyes lost to the distance before he bent over to pick up a rounded, shiny pebble off the ground, rubbing its smooth shape between his long, elegant fingers. That was when his eyes sharpened, the points of his ears knifing through shoulder-length, curling hair picking up on a sound that was not made by his surroundings but rather someone in it, disturbing it. He should've known better. This world was too dangerous for casual strolls on foreign territory, even if just following the river eastward would easily bring anyone to the ocean's edge. The ocean was still a home to some - a cruel, foreign, deep and dark home but a home nevertheless and thus not deserted, it's shores not only Heathcliff's to haunt. Or was the sound coming from the surrounding shrubbery and forest trees? There was a road nearby, decrepit and neglected as it was, it was still used by weary travelers, merchant caravans, and whatever scattered armies and guerilla fighters pushing their own selfish causes needed it. Or monsters. Every corner of this world hid all sorts of monsters in human shape, lurking in the dark.
Heathcliff tensed, stood perfectly still and listened, eyes piercing through bright moonlight in attempt to spy anything at all that would tell him whether he was in danger or not, the picked up pebble still in his tight grip.
