Justin
*The Ocean was a peaceful place for Enu. It's cool slatly breezes washed over him from his spot on the beach. The rich blue waves crashing against the sand beach washing away all imperfections made by him. In a way he was a lot like the sand and the beach. Everyday more and more imperfect appeared on his beach and then cane the waves resetting him, washing him clean. It wasn't perfect, it didn't happen Immediately but it worked.* 
*He looked out at the waves, smiling at its beauty. The ocean reminded him alot of his mother. She had been a water macen, very different from him, but similar all the same. She was type of person who was never quick to anger but when she did get angry it made her very dangerous. You could say that he was similar but he was more stable with his anger, had better control. Because of this he was better at talking his way out of situations rather than fighting.*
*In his hands he held a notebook. It was an average sized notebook, it cover embroidered with different colored stones and rocks. He kept it closed on his lap as he watched the waves. But after about ten minutes of sitting quietly he opened it and began to sketch, filling the note book with images of the landscape around him. He sat there for a long time, patiently taking nature's portrait and he was done he closed the book gently.* 
*He looked back up, and was bet with scarlet sunset. The sky a blood red that streaked into orange, then purple. He was stunned by it beauty, unable to full capture magnificence. So he sat there, watching the sun slowly dip beneath the horizon. And after maybe an hour the stars came out, once again lighting up the night sky. There were more than thousands of them, painting they sky like a tapestry with millions of possibilities of what was out there.*

*Enu was a gentle soul, many compared him to a gentle breeze on the wind, soft and gentle. He very much had the look for it. With his soft brown eyes that were to many pools of chocolate. Those eyes were encased by a face of dark brown skin and even darker hair. He was tall and lean, but muscled all the same. His were something of interest as well. From his elbows to his finger tips, he was covered in white sprawling tattoos that to many had no mean but meant the world to him. He sat on the beach and embrace the world around him.*
Dennis
*Issotha had sailed for quite some time. She had little sense of her surroundings of these new lands. The shallow beaches gave clarity but no where to set down for the night. Issotha ordered her crew of six to head to the nearest port. It was a small boat, enough to carry 50 or so people fully crewed. However Issotha could not afford much luxuries. Her intents were self centred. At least the perception of it. As she pulled in she excitedly jumped off of the deck. Wondering her way through the stalls and market.*
*The stone walls hung over a small beach which ran the length of the coast.* **"Pretty.."** *Issotha said quietly. Maybe if she was fast she could catch the sun set. Quickly Issotha dropped down a stone staircase covered in a wet moss. She jumped into the sand. Almost rolling around in it. She quickly popped into a small fox and trotted just outside of city limits. With a low snap she popped back into her normal form.*
*Issotha was a young kitsune, well in kitsune terms. She was well over one hundred an eighty years old. Still she looked maybe eighteen or nineteen, possibly twenty. Issotha wore quite expensive cloths. With fine fur coats with gold embroidered into the seams. Easily worth serval gold on its own. She had a crystal clear face with zero imperfections. Pale skin matched with pale blue eyes.*
*Issotha was definitely very beautiful, she trotted along. Looking for a place to rest and catch the sunset. Quickly her eyes darted to a small tree near Enu. She raced up and climbed up the tree. Placing herself over the ground on a small branch, perched high enough to get a perfect view. She took out a small note book and began to write something in a sort of written code.*

*The book was a black leather book with a small painting of a human captain on a small piece of paper. Which had been fused to the leather. It also contained a mix of strange symbols unlike anything else. The writing inside was also the same. Issotha liked it this way. Prevented unnecessary damages. Self preservation of sorts.*
*Issotha simply hug up there. Swinging her legs softly while humming just load enough to be heard from a few meters away. She had zero care for the world and experiences that came with it. As time and distance was meaningless to someone who could easily live a thousand years.*
Justin
*The sound of movement near him caught Enu's attention. He looked around and at first he saw nothing. The darkness of the night seemed to be obscuring whatever it was that had made the noise. He reached to his side and grabbed his hammer. The weapon was no more than a block of stylised metal attached to a metal rod. He lifted it with ease and scanned the darkness around him.* 
*He was a fool to stay away from his cabin for this long. He lived so for away, even if he had left earlier he would have been back by morning. He gripped his hammer tightly, slightly afraid for whatever may crawl through the dark. He took a step forward, his boots sinking into the sand beneath him. With the sea at his back he marched forward into the darkness.* 
"Who is there?" *His voice was gentle and kind. In truth he didn't want to fight anyone. In the past he had let many a bandit go after beating them half to death. Thats why he carried his hammer, kept away any unwanted attention.* 
"If you are out there please come out. I would like to have a conversation with you." *He sat his hammer down and frowned. Curiosity of what was out there filled him. He started to figit, unsure that he had made the right choice of calling out. He picked up his hammer an made his way to a nearby tree and sat against it.*