Post by fusedhearts on Mar 23, 2012 0:26:26 GMT -5
((Yeah, I made it open... But Niara is supposed to join tew 
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The sound of water rushing through the land and crashing against the river banks echoed around the forest, entering a certain male's ears. Detecting the sound of the current, a midnight furred canine quickened his pace, slipping past a few trees and hopping across a couple of brush and rocks. As he pushed through the twigs and leaves protruding from all sides, tickling and whispering against his flank, his gaze met the glittering surface of the river. A slim, forked tongue slid out of his long muzzle and tasted the air, Serpe confirmed that there definitely were salmon swimming through the body of water. Like blood cells through a vein.
Er...If blood cells even go through veins... Not that I've seen a vein before... Serpe thought to himself, his torn ear tipping to the side like it usually did when his thoughts reached strange territories. Like it usually did when he was hungry. Swift paws padded confidently up to the river's shore, his shadow undoubtedly scaring off a fish or two. The salmon were popping in and out of the water, hopping through the surface before plunging back into safety once again. The action was puzzling the male, why did they just throw themselves out into the open like that?
He admired the way the silvery and reddish brown scales of the aquatic prey glinted off of the sun, which was behind him right now casting a tall shadow over the water. A fish with one eye 1/4 of a brain would know to stay away. However this season the scaly creatures seemed to have gotten increasingly dumber. Serpe took in a breath of montane's fresh, damp air before standing perfectly still in front of the water, his eyes as wide as saucers, boring into his own reflection. Standing there for a while, he gradually got bored. Just when he was on the verge of snapping (partly for impatience, partly for hunger) he saw a flicker of silver fin right where his nose in the reflection would be.
Immediately his front paws, along with his the whole front side of his body lunged for it, gleaming silver claws and bared white fangs. Serpe's paw met the surface of the fish's protective scales.
There's something you should know before we continue. Serpe's never fished before. Let's say his first encounter was very unpleasant.
The abomination slithered past his paws, and he held it together with those very appendages. It felt slimy, and slippery, and warm, like a pulsing heart, and OH FRICK ITS MOVING!
"Ick-!" He cried rather loudly.
Serpe's body acted on its own, convulsing from revulsion, his face the utter description of mortification. He flicked the prey out of the water and it landed on the shore with an undignified thud. It writhed and flopped in place, it mouth opening and closing.
Good. One fish caught. Now that was only half the battle, the hard part was killing that darn thing. Serpe gulped and continued to stare with the same look of horror on his face.
))The sound of water rushing through the land and crashing against the river banks echoed around the forest, entering a certain male's ears. Detecting the sound of the current, a midnight furred canine quickened his pace, slipping past a few trees and hopping across a couple of brush and rocks. As he pushed through the twigs and leaves protruding from all sides, tickling and whispering against his flank, his gaze met the glittering surface of the river. A slim, forked tongue slid out of his long muzzle and tasted the air, Serpe confirmed that there definitely were salmon swimming through the body of water. Like blood cells through a vein.
Er...If blood cells even go through veins... Not that I've seen a vein before... Serpe thought to himself, his torn ear tipping to the side like it usually did when his thoughts reached strange territories. Like it usually did when he was hungry. Swift paws padded confidently up to the river's shore, his shadow undoubtedly scaring off a fish or two. The salmon were popping in and out of the water, hopping through the surface before plunging back into safety once again. The action was puzzling the male, why did they just throw themselves out into the open like that?
He admired the way the silvery and reddish brown scales of the aquatic prey glinted off of the sun, which was behind him right now casting a tall shadow over the water. A fish with one eye 1/4 of a brain would know to stay away. However this season the scaly creatures seemed to have gotten increasingly dumber. Serpe took in a breath of montane's fresh, damp air before standing perfectly still in front of the water, his eyes as wide as saucers, boring into his own reflection. Standing there for a while, he gradually got bored. Just when he was on the verge of snapping (partly for impatience, partly for hunger) he saw a flicker of silver fin right where his nose in the reflection would be.
Immediately his front paws, along with his the whole front side of his body lunged for it, gleaming silver claws and bared white fangs. Serpe's paw met the surface of the fish's protective scales.
There's something you should know before we continue. Serpe's never fished before. Let's say his first encounter was very unpleasant.
The abomination slithered past his paws, and he held it together with those very appendages. It felt slimy, and slippery, and warm, like a pulsing heart, and OH FRICK ITS MOVING!
"Ick-!" He cried rather loudly.
Serpe's body acted on its own, convulsing from revulsion, his face the utter description of mortification. He flicked the prey out of the water and it landed on the shore with an undignified thud. It writhed and flopped in place, it mouth opening and closing.
Good. One fish caught. Now that was only half the battle, the hard part was killing that darn thing. Serpe gulped and continued to stare with the same look of horror on his face.
