Mr Fishy Fish
07-24-2014, 12:07 AM
Purple gaze was calm, relaxed as though there was nothing going on around them. Within moment they would narrow, horizontal slits, watching, waiting for the moment. Would they prevail? Or would they fail? Once more they narrowed, every few minutes getting smaller and smaller. And now, tear ducts would begin to release their fluids, sliding over the lid's entire edge. More and more it would fill, eyelids beginning to twitch the slightest. No, they had to stay open, they had to! "Noooooo!" Salamander suddenly tossed his head up into the air, going to his side and dropping low, nose almost touching the moist ground. At the same time he had jumped out, going from a laying position to standing on all four. He had blinked! He had lost the game! "Ugh! You cheated Mr Fishy Fish!" He barked, eyelids blinking furiously to moisten his burning eyes. Tail lashed, hackles raised. His brows came together, lips pulling back in a silent snarl. Who was Mr Fishy Fish? Well, just three feet in front of Salamander was a rock, and on that rock lay a fish he had spent almost an hour trying to catch. It was a sturgeon, no where near it's full height of course, for the boy would have been unable to catch and haul it up onto shore. It was small, almost as long as the boy's own leg. This would be the first of many friends to come, not all may be named mr fishy fish, but they would surely be close enough to silly things. speech. thoughts. you" Awesome image by Yumpy <3 |