Am I Scaring You?
06-21-2013, 11:37 PM
It all happened so quickly. Soon she was up and beside him, revealing her odd set of eyes. Two different colors! Wonderful! He stared in blithe happiness, curiosity curling his lips in a less open smile as she touched him. He liked touching. And then in the next instant he was bowled over into the water, on his back. It wasn?t deep at all (not but a few inches), but the panic was immediate and extreme. He howled with displeasure and terror, flailing and splashing the water around him. Some of it got in his mouth, and as horror tightened his throat, the water going down it made him feel as though he were drowning. ?Caesar doesn?t swim! He doesn?t swim!? he cried, coughing and twisting.
By some chance he writhed himself back to few centimeters it took to get to the dry land again, rather than deeper into the water, and he would realize that he was safe once more. He dragged himself up and out of the water, and coughed and sputtered as he scampered mistrustfully a few feet away from the woman. She sat quite calm, perhaps pleased with herself. Caesar scowled, his wet fur ruffling and his tail sticking straight out behind him as muscles tensed. Black lips curled back to flash his upper fangs, and he stood, head between his shoulders, dripping. ?Yes. Caesar and the poophead will play a game. The poophead will go swim out to the middle and stay,? he huffed, motioning towards the water. He clicked his teeth together a few times, vexed.