wicked games

*Lark* · (This post was last modified: 03-13-2015, 08:27 AM by Lark.)

The rapids were dangerous. He'd been taught to not cross them, for the rocks that lined the river were slick and difficult to cross, and one small slip could mean death. Lark assessed the water quietly, finding it soothing despite being turbulent and unpredictable. The heat of the summer was here in full force and being close to the water was a welcome respite from the relentless weather.

The boy paced aimlessly along the edge of the river, heading downstream from where he'd began. His gait was far more relaxed than usual as the Destruction boy wandered, content to lounge in the brief moment of solitude. For now, he would flop to his belly besides the strong rapids, letting his paws dip into the cool water, briefly losing himself as he became mesmerized by his rippling reflection in the water.

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