Lost in the constellations

*Jaelle* · (This post was last modified: 09-29-2016, 12:32 AM by Evelyn.)

*navigation - Fontamo Bay

She had abandoned her scarf and the bells around her tail, leaving them up on a rock as she dove into the salty waters. She was grown far too hot, her scarf was starting to be too comfortable to wear, and she needed to cool off. She came up for air, gasping the substance into her lungs before she dove under once more. The waters were calm, and schools of fish swam around her. She wasn't really hungry, mismatched eyes glanced over the pretty colours as she swam past. It wasn't until she spotted a really pretty shell that she kicked down deeper. When she touched it with her paw, it snapped shut on a bit of her paw pad, causing her to let out a yelp. It was garbled by the water, but the liquid greedily entered her mouth and slipped down her throat, effectively chocking her. Flailing wildly, she kicked hard to the surface. This time when she broke out of the once calm water, she fought harder and harder to force air into her lungs. Struggling to the shore, she stood with shaky legs on the sand, coughing until her air passages were clear once more. She sucked in a big breath of air, feeling it sting her weary and salt-stripped lungs. She could have collapsed on the sand right then and there if it wouldn't have clung to her fur. Her head rested between her front limbs as she just breathed, until she felt somewhat normal again. Shaking herself out, she gathered up her tail chain, wrapping it around her tail once more. She then folded her scarf up, grabbing the fabric in her jaws instead of wrapping it around herself like she usually did. She felt chilled from her experience, but she knew that the sun would dry her off soon enough.

Jaelle walked along the shore, the waves sucking the sand from under her paws as she walked along the water line. Her blue and brown eyes looked forward, and it took about a mile until she saw a tiny little dot against the horizon. She squinted to try and see past the glaring light, but it wasn't until she got closer that she realized who it was. A large smile spread across her lips, her pace picking up to an easy lope. Running was always a mistake with this clumsy ball of fur, but she didn't care. Sure enough, before she reached him she tried to dig her paws in to stop herself just short of falling into him. Only, she hit a rock as she did so, crashing right into him and most likely pushing him over into the sand, falling right on top of him. Thankfully she kept her breath this time, and dropping her scarf in the dry sand, she stood over the silver male and beamed down at him. "Well hello there, my silver knight. What brings you all the way out here?" The pack scent had washed off of her coat by now, but it still clung to him like a burr. Her nose wrinkled upwards, her eyes squinting from the movement. He was still in that smelly pack? It was so much more fun out here! No rules, no one to tell you what to do. Just freedom and only the wind at her back.

"SPEAK"

Art by Fox

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