Owned by:   Thunalio

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At first, he’s not sure exactly why he’s awake.

The scenery is seamlessly serene; the towel beneath him soft and smelling like sunflower laundry detergent, and the sand beneath it both firm and yielding in a unique shade of comfort that is difficult to match. The Wild Boar Deity yawns and stubbornly resists the steady pull of consciousness. He’s wrapped in sleepy sunbeams and lulled by the quiet breath of the waves.

He does not want to be awake.

But something is… pestering him. A persistent presence on the cusp of his awareness, bobbing expectantly a few feet off the shore.

Begrudgingly, he cracks one summer-sky blue eye and gazes in the direction of the unwelcome intruder. What he doesn’t expect to see is an aggressively pink beach ball, bobbing buoyantly in the shallows as though awaiting a playmate.

On this abandoned island, where absolutely no one lives.

The whole archipelago is empty; that’s part of why he lives here.

“How the hell did you get here?” he sits up with a huff, running his tough fingernails through the gold and gritty straw-like strands of his beard. “This is a Private settlement, you know.”

The waves toss the violently fuschia creature for spin and when the ball lands again in the playful waters, its happy smiley face pattern is facing the groggy gruff hog-man with a seemingly mischievous sparkle of sun.

“Oh, very cheeky,” he mutters, small triangular ears flicking back in a superficial show of annoyance. “Seriously, how in the hell…?” he stands, brushes the dried sand off the thin wiry fur of his thighs and takes a long languid stretch before wadding into the yappy little waves. The tropical waters tickle his bellybutton by the time he reaches the mysterious floating toy, which he takes into his hands with a curious quirk of a single eyebrow.

“... what a weird little gift from the universe,” he mutters, tossing the plaything and expertly spiking it towards the shore. It flies in a smooth satisfying arch before landing neatly next to his beach towel. “But, okay. I guess you can live with me, Mr. or Ms. Beach Ball.”

And he might have returned to Nap Land just then, if not for the polite intrusion of a floating pineapple. The Wild Boar Man is (and not for the first time) very grateful that he lives alone, so there is no one to witness the squeal of terror that leaves him when the spiky fruit bumps awkwardly into his thigh.

“Okay… what?” One mysterious gift from the universe, he is willing to accept. But two seems awfully unlikely. He swipes the prodding fruit from the waves and gives it a much harsher glare than the perky little beach ball. Something is clearly amiss.

This happenstance requires actual investigation, prompting a quiet growl of irritation. “So much for the rest of my nap…”

The instinctive spell that conceals his huge angelic wings fades with a mere thought, and the massive feathered appendages appear as though from thin air, with a dramatic flare that briefly parts the waves around him; synchronized powerful thrusts shoot him into the sky and, within a few calm ticks of his heart, he immediately spots the real problem.

There’s a ship wrecked on the reefs a few miles beyond his beach, spewing all manner of interesting and alien items into the water.

“Aw man… well, I’m not giving back the ball,” he grumbles beneath his breath, knowing full well that he’s going to rescue the poor distraught ship captain, even if they are the cause of his ruined nap.

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This is the resulting beach boy created from my Vacation Mood Board! Artistic Nude version provided for the owner and viewable on my $3 Patreon here! Please consider supporting me if you can ^^

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