Katy sat at the edge of a small dock and and watched the churning brown water. The waves were unusually rough today which picked up the sand at the bottom, turning the water a murky brown color. She sighed, as she tilted her head back, letting the sea spray cool her scorching skin. Her red locks, twisted into a complicated braid hung over her shoulder, her bangs drifted listlessly around her face as the breeze took hold of it. Today was a pretty good day to be out by the sea. Other than the creaking docks, which unnerved her a bit, Katy was at peace, almost falling asleep as the shimmering sea hypnotized her.
She drew her dagger from her belt as she felt a tad uneasy about something... she wasn't sure what, just that she needed to be on her guard. Her heavy eyes fell down to look at the dock, and she decided she'd begin to carve the ancient wood that was anchored there. A few quick slashes and the worn wood was parted to show a pale interior. She wasn't sure why stabbing at a hunk of wood would calm her, but it sure as hell didn't. She sighed once more and lifted her right leg onto the dock, and left her other foot swinging over the edge. The forest behind her was home to dozens of monstrous sounds, but the one that caught her off guard the most was footsteps in the sand. Katy turned quickly toward the noise, her knife drawn to strike the docks, or if need be, the source of the noise.
She drew her dagger from her belt as she felt a tad uneasy about something... she wasn't sure what, just that she needed to be on her guard. Her heavy eyes fell down to look at the dock, and she decided she'd begin to carve the ancient wood that was anchored there. A few quick slashes and the worn wood was parted to show a pale interior. She wasn't sure why stabbing at a hunk of wood would calm her, but it sure as hell didn't. She sighed once more and lifted her right leg onto the dock, and left her other foot swinging over the edge. The forest behind her was home to dozens of monstrous sounds, but the one that caught her off guard the most was footsteps in the sand. Katy turned quickly toward the noise, her knife drawn to strike the docks, or if need be, the source of the noise.