Gods & Swans
02-25-2014, 04:50 AM
| Odette Adravendi |
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"Even ducks have graceful moments, Baldur." Her eyes twinkled with her words and a wide grin established itself on her lips. With a flick of her tail, she continued to look at the many fish swimming beneath her gaze. Their scales reflected the sun's light that shined through the branches of the nearby tree and made the surface of the water dance. It was all a big show for the two wolves and Odette couldn't get enough of it. At some point, she knew the temporary spell of beauty would be disturbed. She looked up to Baldur and met his gaze before she stretched out on front paw. It stepped into the shallow water and immediately, the fish dashed off. A low snort was given from the yearling and the rest of her paws quickly followed until they were all submerged. With a few more steps, Odette positioned her legs to look like leaning sticks. Silence took over the female's form as she remained still, hoping that her statuesque figure would become a mere part of the former beauty of the swimming fish. In no time at all, they slowly began to reclaim their sunny spot of the pond. Her smile slowly reappeared on her lips as she waited to see if more would come. They began to swim around her legs and underneath her body, as if she was a part of their everyday lives. Red and blue eyes merrily twinkled as she silently licked her lips at the prospects of what would be a delicious treat. The same eyes were ensnared by a beautiful fish, one whose scales stood out more than the others. It was also the biggest in comparison to the minnows of the group and that was why Odette chose it. As it swam closer to her body, Odette's head immediately lowered and hit the water. Droplets rose and fell in random directions, hitting anything that accidentally stood or rested within contact. Throughout the struggle, the fish continued to fight and flap against the water for freedom that would not come. Odette's teeth had snapped at the water where the fish was going to be and luck had favored the Gargoyle mini-me. Once she was sure her grip was properly maintained, Odette raised her head with future snack in her mouth. Air became the fish's enemy and the life quickly faded from its body as Odette walked back to the grassy area she had previously occupied. She was drenched again, but she didn't mind it as she pranced triumphantly back to her sunny spot. Once again, her form was slenderized by the weight of water on her fur, but Odette didn't let it affect her attitude about recently catching her fish. Upon reclining to her haunches, she lowered her catch in front of her paws and inclined her head to the side. "While ducks have wings, wolves have strong teeth and a death grip for their jaws that cannot be beat in comparison." I speak |
