01-02-2011, 09:08 PM
[html]488 words. WE'RE SO CLOSE AMAGA.
Bangle was certain she'd get a laugh out of his bubbly grin, and she did. His eyes lit up even more as she did so, though inexplicably so. Though he saw delight in her eyes, too, but knew this underwater dancing would not last for much longer. If only they had gills, for the coywolf did not wish to surface anytime soon. Everything around them was quiet except for the beat of their own hearts, and it was warm between both their body heats despite the cold water surrounding them. As soon as they had gone down into the pool, however, they had to come right back up, because breathing was important.
He felt Skye tug him up and he obliged without question, gulping fresh air the moment he could as he broke the water's surface next to the white female. Bangle shook his head, letting droplets, mostly ones that clung to his dreadlocks, fly all around. Turning his muzzle in her direction as she spoke, he quirked an eyebrow for just a moment. It was as if he was looking at the female for the first time - she seemed different. She spoke differently, and her eyes shined with a new and vibrant vigor. As if they had both surfaced anew from the water, so did these new and strange feelings that swept over him without reason. Only then did the merchant realize that their hands were still intertwined, and he looked down into the crystal clear depths of the water and slowly released her hand.
The coywolf cleared his throat somewhat, mostly because it felt like someone had stuffed it full of honey, or some other sticky substance that made him unable to speak. When he did find his voice, which was odd for him to lose to begin with, he nodded his head towards the working mat. "Let me show ya how it's done," he said, though it sounded like someone else speaking, in his opinion. Slowly, he strayed away from the female as he paddled back towards the edge, climbing onto try land once again. Only then did he shake his entire body, once he stood back up on two legs, and leaned over to tie his mossy-green garment back around his waist. Bangle felt weird, like he was going through an out-of-body experience, but he tried to shake it off as he once again shook his body free of water, his pelt fluffed up and damp.
Making his way back over to the work mat, he stood there and looked back to the pool where he left Skye. His hands urged her forward, wishing there was more time in the day to just sit around and laze. Truthfully, though, Bangle was glad his crafts were there, it gave him a distraction - and to not think so much about these strange feelings, and to get the images of white fur from his head.
Bangle was certain she'd get a laugh out of his bubbly grin, and she did. His eyes lit up even more as she did so, though inexplicably so. Though he saw delight in her eyes, too, but knew this underwater dancing would not last for much longer. If only they had gills, for the coywolf did not wish to surface anytime soon. Everything around them was quiet except for the beat of their own hearts, and it was warm between both their body heats despite the cold water surrounding them. As soon as they had gone down into the pool, however, they had to come right back up, because breathing was important.
He felt Skye tug him up and he obliged without question, gulping fresh air the moment he could as he broke the water's surface next to the white female. Bangle shook his head, letting droplets, mostly ones that clung to his dreadlocks, fly all around. Turning his muzzle in her direction as she spoke, he quirked an eyebrow for just a moment. It was as if he was looking at the female for the first time - she seemed different. She spoke differently, and her eyes shined with a new and vibrant vigor. As if they had both surfaced anew from the water, so did these new and strange feelings that swept over him without reason. Only then did the merchant realize that their hands were still intertwined, and he looked down into the crystal clear depths of the water and slowly released her hand.
The coywolf cleared his throat somewhat, mostly because it felt like someone had stuffed it full of honey, or some other sticky substance that made him unable to speak. When he did find his voice, which was odd for him to lose to begin with, he nodded his head towards the working mat. "Let me show ya how it's done," he said, though it sounded like someone else speaking, in his opinion. Slowly, he strayed away from the female as he paddled back towards the edge, climbing onto try land once again. Only then did he shake his entire body, once he stood back up on two legs, and leaned over to tie his mossy-green garment back around his waist. Bangle felt weird, like he was going through an out-of-body experience, but he tried to shake it off as he once again shook his body free of water, his pelt fluffed up and damp.
Making his way back over to the work mat, he stood there and looked back to the pool where he left Skye. His hands urged her forward, wishing there was more time in the day to just sit around and laze. Truthfully, though, Bangle was glad his crafts were there, it gave him a distraction - and to not think so much about these strange feelings, and to get the images of white fur from his head.