Write To Me & Escape
The man laughed silently as he swam to catch up with the grey dame before him. It had been a long time since he had done anything like this...well, not for survival, but for fun this time. The last time he had been in deep water was when he was being drowned when a rather angry octopus was trying to make a meal of him, but the brute had shown it who was boss both on land, and in the water! He had torn off the creatures limbs, forcing it to let go of its potential prey and then Dragon had made his escape back to land, remaining tentacles in tow on his bruised body. He remembered when his siblings had laughed at him, the way the tentacles had left ringed patches through his fur and on his skin. His mood had changed from scared to fun when he laughed about it. It was indeed a comical sight, he looked like his body was covered in polka dots!
Focusing on the girl in front of him again, he watched her as she rose up to get an intake of air, and then return into the water again. Her body seemed to move gracefully through the depths, like a dolphin through the clearest ocean. Even under the cool water, he felt his face turn red and hot, why was he thinking that!? It had caught him off guard, distracting him enough for him to not realize that his hind leg got caught in a few twisted scraps of sea grass. Glancing down in alarm that it might be another octopus, he shook his leg trying to dislodge it, but it had only ensnared itself around both legs, strapping them together. Glancing back up to see if Aeil had noticed, he quickly brought his legs up bite at the bothersome plants. Water poured into his mouth as he tore at the vegetation, strips floating around him as he freed his legs and kicked away. The brute shut his maw once more, cheeks bulging as he attempted to hold what little air he had and the mouthful of water he hoarded. Once his head broke the surface, he spat out the water and splayed his ears in embarrassment for a quick second. Diving back down again once he had refilled his lungs with the crisp air, he went after her again. Thank god she didn't see that! I would have died of embarrassment!
Pressing on, his body swayed side to side like a shark closing in on his prey. In this case, she was the "prey" he was after. A smile spread across his lips, canines flashing briefly as he came up beside her. He pressed his nose briefly to her shoulder, as if saying "Gotcha." Then he swept up and over to her other side, diving a little ways below her before finally coming up underneath her and carrying her upwards upon powerful shoulders to the surface. Both creatures broke the surface, droplets glittering in the noonday sun as his laughter broke through as well. He swam forward, powerful limbs slicing through the water as he carried his vessel. He glanced at her, warmth evident in his eyes.
Speech, Thought, You
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.
Speech, Thought, You