feet don't fail me now

The petite figure known as Irin had wandered far since her arrival upon the lands known as Alacritia. She had travelled from its most northern expanses to the west and now, to settle in the South, for at least a short while. Comparatively warmer than the Northern lands, Irin found herself not about to freeze to death (for once) as she began to explore the southern expanses of the continent. She had caught wind of packs, but none had caught her attention for long enough to draw Irin from the far more engrossing exploration of the continent that she had stumbled across.



The beach that she had discovered was a strange place. Fish filled little pools, and though Irin was far from an excellent fisher, she had no qualms about attempting it, dipping her paws into the salty water and trying to perfect the hooking motion that her mother had always tried to teach her. But Irin wasn't exactly good at it, and after an extended period of attempts and failures, the white female was forced to sit back on her haunches and examine her handiwork; a single fish that flopped pitifully, gasping its last breaths in the sand. It had been captured more by luck than anything else, for it had launched itself out of the water in a sparkle of rainbow water and misjudged its leap, hitting the sand with a wet flop.



Irin examined it for a long moment before she spoke, "Are you a wish fish?" She asked the pitiful creature curiously, leaning down to nose it lightly. However, the fish displayed an impressive amount of spunk, flailing around and hitting Irin on the nose with a tail. The female let out a startled yip, leaping back and snarling at the fish, her ears pinning against her skull. Was the fish going to sprout legs and come kill her nose? Irin was sure that it would any moment now. It was just waiting to catch her off guard, forming wicked plans in its evil head. It was Irin's duty to save the world from this monstrous evil!



A grin spread across the white female's features as, oblivious to any audience she might have, she flung herself at the fish, claws tearing at the fish. Yet another evil had been averted by Irin, it seemed. Maybe she would get thanked for it this time.



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