Sirens song

The chill of the water raked over her flesh, althought winter had shifted to spring, the river had still been transitioning which left its icy mark. Slender stilts thrashed beneath the surface, dulled daggers attempted to grasp what they could, but the rocks had been to far below, just out of her frenzied radius. The currents grabbed her from all different directions, pulling her this way and that, unable to work as a unit and tossing her like a rag doll, despite how hard her exhausted body fought. Narrow snout, barely breaking the surface, and her heart frantically beat against her barreled chest. This couldn't be the end, she had just set paw upon these lands.. How could it end so abruptly?

Little did she know, a bystander had witnessed this failed event. Truly thinking she was alone, she continued to gulp for what ever air was possible. Droplets of water finding their way within her nostrils. Whatever strength she had left diminishing quicker then what she had expected. Her legs burned, and her body ached. Ready to give up the fight and let the rapids do as they wished to her delicate body, to allow the jagged boulders below to tear her limb to limb. That was until, between her fade outs, she felt the grasp of another upon her scruff, Tight grip steading her soddened frame, and a glimpse of hope flashed in her foggy mind. Never had she been placed as the damsel in distress, so shame was soon to follow as he managed to drag her onto shore. Coughing and gasping for air she emptied what she could of whatever water that managed to be inhaled.

Slowly she rose to her paws. Thunderstorm hued strands clung to her slender physique becoming a sleek coat that meshed in with her flesh. All for legs, splayed apart, and her head was down, snout pointed to the ground as she continued to cough and regain stability, all four limbs shook and charcoal dipped ears laid flat against her crown. It took only a moment, before molton lava orbs locked upon her 'Knight in shining armor'. At first, she was taken a back by his beauty. The way his muscled buldged beneath celestial colors that clung tightly to his masculine form. Merely standing over me by a inch, yet far bulkier. His coloration something she had only witnessed upon the heavens... But the admiration only lasted briefly before she straightered her composure and eyes narrowed.

Her dialect was harsh as German words spewed from her lips between catching her breath. Humiliation consumed her. Her sense of pride being knocked down with a sledge hammer. Despite the fact she knew if he had not been there, she would have met her fate within the waters. But that did not mean she would openly admit to that. Red eyes, locked upon his of milk.

Venom dripped from each word. Eyes remained narrowed slits, but slowly her ears had inched upwards.