Fishes and Friends? [Maverick]

N/A · 03-13-2013, 03:29 PM

Maverick was nervous, not out of deliberate fear, but more out of worry that he would make a fool of himself. Self-concous as ever, the man hardly wanted to look ignorant or foolish in front of a nearly-complete stranger. This Luana, he had not met her before, and likely never would see her again, but his name had been given and he was sure she would remember it.. and remember how good or bad he was at catching fish. He tried to recall watching his father catch them, but he'd only seen it done just a few times. Most of the time, Gerhardt would stand stock-still in the water and then out of nowhere, dive in with his jaws wide. It couldn't be too hard, could it?

He watched her enter the water, creeping closer but not getting too close for fear of messing her up or getting in the way. She began to talk, and he listened intently, ears swiveling toward her with curiosity. It all sounded rather easy, but complicated at the same time. Almost instantaneously, her head dipped to the water, plunged beneath the surface, and withdrew with a fish. She tossed it with ease to the shore and he watched it squirm for a moment, altogether sure he could never do it as easily as she had. Still, he had to try. With a slight sigh of uncertainty, the boy entered the water. This part was easy. He stood still - just as his father did - and waited until the fish quieted. They soon began to lazily swim between his legs, and as they did so he launched his attack on a shiny silver one. Jaws snapped shut on empty water and he withdrew his now dripping face from the liquid, snorting water from his nostrils. "Argh!" He shook off lightly and then poised himself again, ready to give it one more go and see if he could redeem his ego.

Head snaked down once more, snapping shut on something cold and writhing. Success! Withdrawing his crown from the water, Maverick relished in the metallic taste of blood that trickled down his throat. The fish continued to squirm as he spat it out on the shore, exiting the water and turning to her - pride painted on his face like a banner. "It's not as easy as it looks!" He shook himself abruptly, letting the water cascade from his pelt so that it would not weigh him down. Finally, when he had rid the excess water and was only damp, Maverick rested onto his stomach and took the fish between his jaws, ready to eat his prize. However he quickly dropped it and said a word, "Thanks."

"Speech,"

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