Write To Me & Escape
07-23-2013, 02:40 AM
The man laughed as he plowed through the water towards the shoreline on the other side of the pool. His chest pounding with the effort of swimming, something he hadn't done in a while. In fact, the only running he had done was when he chased down a rabbit or other small game. He felt heat rush to his face when he felt her forelegs tighten around his chest, gripping him. He gulped, why did he feel so nervous...? Why did he feel strange around this girl? Something in the back of his mind began to swirl, like a reflection in the water coming into one solid picture again. Was he...falling in love? How could he so soon??? Was it possible for that to happen...? Did the term "Love at first sight" actually exist!? His mind swirled as his paws touched the bottom of the pool, and he carried them out.
Stopping in the shallow parts, the male stopping chest high before turning to look at the beautiful woman. "Haha, sorry...I'm not quite used to it, and I've forgotten how quickly I am able to move in the water. I apologize." He dipped his head in apology, blinking fondly at her. His heart pounded loudly against his chest, drumming in his ears. He was sure she could hear it...but it was only audible to him. He stepped a little more towards the shore, the water falling to his elbows now as he lowered himself a little to allow her to slide off if she so chose. In his mind, he didn't mind having her this close...his body and mind welcomed it. Even if he didn't quite realize it. Water dripped off his maw, giving him a slick appearance and plastering his fur all over. He looked like a wet rat with his coat color, and the scars...the scars were now more visible as the hairless formations broke through. All traces of dirt and grime were gone now, but the man hadn't noticed since he was so wrapped up in playing.
He shook his head a little, shaking the water from his ears. He refrained from fully shaking his body as he didn't want to toss the girl around like a washing machine. He brushed his muzzle with his foreleg, curing an itch that teased his nose and wiping away a string of lake grass that dangled. Smiling, he flicked some water at the girl, still wanting to play.
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