A peculiar set of footprints, a dance across the sands. Of various depths, a few hand prints in between. As precise as they were, it didn’t seem to be the work of someone who was simply just playing on the beach.
Follow them and eventually you’d find who they belonged to.
Breathing in and out slowly, Enkidu poises himself towards the ocean, eyes closed. Feet digging into the sand. Only one eye opens to look at the onlooker. Many men would consider a chained beast to be trapped inside his eyes. He relaxes, yet still carries a stoic air.
“”I have a feeling you’re not here to challenge me. Rather, you‘re here out of curiosity aren’t you?” he can’t really help the tinge of disappointment in his voice.