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There were few figures dotted along the shore of a foggy beach in New Zealand. Not many were out to brave the bitter temperatures or the biting wind, let alone the ripping and twisting of the raging surf. But there was one, perhaps too young to be called a man and too old to be a boy, standing amongst the remnants of the waves driving force, ankle-deep in frothy white-wash. It were almost as if he was weighing up his options as a pair of extraordinary blue eyes sought out a horizon the mist had swallowed up. His arms were twisted defensively across the sturdy planes of his chest, the impressive lines of his biceps taut beneath the bronzed skin as they strained against the wind that was whistling sharply down the shoreline. He took a hesitant step towards the hurtling breakers, clearly torn between adrenaline and sense.
The sky thundered statically overhead as a mushroom of ominous clouds began to roll across it. Izaak titled his head back, his already dampened fringe tumbling from his azure eyes, and his hand reached back to rub the base of his neck whilst deep thought. It was now or never. The weather wasnt going to hold up for him alone but he had planned on visiting this particular beach for so long now that it was unfunny and ironic. He waded forward another few steps and this time looked back over his shoulder to just make out a silhouetted figure that seemed mildly familiar. Where had he seen them before? Distracted from the ocean now, Izaak craned his neck to see if it would strengthen the poor visibility just that little bit extra. But nope, nada. Maybe he was just being paranoid. Sighing, Izaak turned back into the surf until it was breaking viciously at his hips. If they really wanted to stop him, or come and join him for that matter, theyd wade out themselves.
The sky thundered statically overhead as a mushroom of ominous clouds began to roll across it. Izaak titled his head back, his already dampened fringe tumbling from his azure eyes, and his hand reached back to rub the base of his neck whilst deep thought. It was now or never. The weather wasnt going to hold up for him alone but he had planned on visiting this particular beach for so long now that it was unfunny and ironic. He waded forward another few steps and this time looked back over his shoulder to just make out a silhouetted figure that seemed mildly familiar. Where had he seen them before? Distracted from the ocean now, Izaak craned his neck to see if it would strengthen the poor visibility just that little bit extra. But nope, nada. Maybe he was just being paranoid. Sighing, Izaak turned back into the surf until it was breaking viciously at his hips. If they really wanted to stop him, or come and join him for that matter, theyd wade out themselves.