ardent

Last swim of the year



Illie

Loner

age
1 Year
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
-
posts
69
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11-04-2015, 09:30 PM
Laughter continued to bubble from her, far too happy, far too excited to feel the slight pull under her paws as she cut through the water. Her muscles burned brilliantly, her breath coming in easy pants as she moved along. She always seemed to beat Current, not that they really cared. They both raced just to race, neither of the pair really dwelled on who won or lost the contest. She had reached the rocks first and pulled herself up, turning around to help her sister up as well. She could see her father in the distance, his yellow fur sticking out like black on white. Curiousity would fill her then, wondering what expression he was wearing. Anger? Concern? Fear? There was no way there would be pride or happiness, right? She'd lean forward, squinting her eyes to stare at him before...

Blue eyes would grow so wide as the cry and splash cut through every happy emotion, every thought. It was like glass shattering, cutting through the air. Her jaws would part before she turned, spinning, towards the water. All she saw...was ripples. "Rennie!" She screamed then, leaping towards the edge of the rock and searching the deep black for any sign of her sister.

I will not let you sink..

Her breath caught in her lungs before, a split second later, she leapt, falling into the depths. Only seconds had passed, but seconds mattered for the girls. Current would sink like a rock, and Illie was already exhausted from the trip there. She'd kick, holding the breath in her burning lungs as she cut through the water, searching for her. Though Current hadn't sunken too far down, it was enough to eat up her breath quite quickly. Paws would touch fur first, and she'd reach her sister, reaching forward to grasp onto her scruff and sacrificing her breath. Water would rush over her tongue and she'd panic, kicking in the direction she knew was up. Muscles burned as she pulled, yanked her sister and hoped to reach the top. Hoped to save her. Her squinting eyes were on the light that filtered above, praying that she might reach it to save them both.



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*Note: Illie has cliche amnesia. She doesn't remembers that her name is Illie Skye, and nothing more. She will only introduce herself as Illie, and respond to that. Have fun.