A lonely figure sat on the cliff. The moon hung in the sky half full. Wispy clouds dragged across the dark sky throwing off slight shadows. Down on the beach sat a small group of people around a small blaze lighting up the darkness. The sound of waves crashing along the stony beach could be heard. The sharp smell of salt water filled the air. The group consisted of a large hulking male with a shock of red unruly hair. It looked as if no force under Luna could tame it. He scowled most of the time but every so often he would laugh a deep rich laugh. He held in his meaty grip a piece of a lobster. Next to him sat a smaller quiet man. His eyes were keen but he seemed as if there was so much yet to be seen. His skin reflected the tone of one who was native to the land for a long time. He leaned forward to talk to another that could almost be a cousin in face as well as mannerisms. Across the fire sat a young pale skinned kid with dread-locked hair. He was laughing and carrying on with a young lady that had jerky movements that seemed almost birdlike. Next to them sat a dark tanned guy whose hair looked as if it needed to be tended to. He listened to the two of them and every so often he would make a remark that made the other two laugh. And then there was the last of them. A dark haired woman who sat a bit away from them. Shadows lined her face as she seemed to watch the whole group. Her eyes hidden in shadows seemed almost as dark holes in her soul. She would stare at each one slowly and seemed as if she whispered by the way her lips moved but none seemed to notice.
Yes they were a varied lot. The figure took a pull from a skin feeling the liquid go down the throat. It looked to the sky as if questioning the moon and then glance back to the small group as if contemplating them.