12-10-2010, 06:37 PM
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"Baby? I'm not a baby anymore, Saulie! Ascher began to stomp his foot in frustration at his brother's dismissive remark, but caught himself and held his leg up in the air, thinking that looking like an idiot would be better than acting a child. But Saul had already laughed off his previous comment, which put the littlest Stormbringer at ease. Seeing his brothers dart across the beach - albeit rather clumsily - reminded the young wolf to do the same. He had very little trouble keeping his balance, but once his feet touched water Ascher stopped cold. He peered at Saul, nearly across the shallow expanse of water that led to their picnic island location, and at Gideon sloshing back and forth not far behind. It was all fun and games for them, but ... ... It was cold water. Ascher paced from one foot to another before he jumped into the fearfully cold stuff. He was glad that he had not given himself the time to think about what he was doing because otherwise he would have never gotten into such awful stuff.
Water was meant to be drank, not swam in. It was cold, it was dark, and it was unfamiliar. If wolves were meant to swim, they ought to have scales, like fish. Then Ascher would not have thought twice about flinging his arms forwards in imitation of his brothers, and kicking his legs like he was trying to jump out of the cold liquid. It was really difficult, and Ascher felt himself tiring out before he was halfway across. Probably because his swimming did not look anything like his brothers' more streamlined movements. There was a lot of splashing on Ascher's part, and he submerged himself more than once. More than twice, actually.
"How did," splash, "You guys," splash, glug, "Do this? Ascher felt like he was trying to accomplish an impossible task. It was definitely getting the best of him, and he was getting scared about it. He started flailing around near the shore of the island, which also made the unfortunate wolf angry: Why did he have to get so close to finishing his swim and then fail right at the end? He was not about to drown when both of his brothers had made it across the water without trouble. Growling, Ascher started pushing the water away from him and kicking his legs in the closest approximation of a fish that he could, and he moved forward enough for his legs to hit sand and rocks.
That got a whoop of success from the wolf, and after he made it out of the water (shivering now) he thought And I didn't even need their help, ha! Maybe Ascher was growing up, finally. He turned around to look at the water again and shivered. Well, maybe a little bit of growing up, but he was not about to get back in that water for a little while. Ascher looked hungrily at Saul, "What's for lunch, I'm starving!"
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OOC: Word Count: 501
IC:
"Baby? I'm not a baby anymore, Saulie! Ascher began to stomp his foot in frustration at his brother's dismissive remark, but caught himself and held his leg up in the air, thinking that looking like an idiot would be better than acting a child. But Saul had already laughed off his previous comment, which put the littlest Stormbringer at ease. Seeing his brothers dart across the beach - albeit rather clumsily - reminded the young wolf to do the same. He had very little trouble keeping his balance, but once his feet touched water Ascher stopped cold. He peered at Saul, nearly across the shallow expanse of water that led to their picnic island location, and at Gideon sloshing back and forth not far behind. It was all fun and games for them, but ... ... It was cold water. Ascher paced from one foot to another before he jumped into the fearfully cold stuff. He was glad that he had not given himself the time to think about what he was doing because otherwise he would have never gotten into such awful stuff.
Water was meant to be drank, not swam in. It was cold, it was dark, and it was unfamiliar. If wolves were meant to swim, they ought to have scales, like fish. Then Ascher would not have thought twice about flinging his arms forwards in imitation of his brothers, and kicking his legs like he was trying to jump out of the cold liquid. It was really difficult, and Ascher felt himself tiring out before he was halfway across. Probably because his swimming did not look anything like his brothers' more streamlined movements. There was a lot of splashing on Ascher's part, and he submerged himself more than once. More than twice, actually.
"How did," splash, "You guys," splash, glug, "Do this? Ascher felt like he was trying to accomplish an impossible task. It was definitely getting the best of him, and he was getting scared about it. He started flailing around near the shore of the island, which also made the unfortunate wolf angry: Why did he have to get so close to finishing his swim and then fail right at the end? He was not about to drown when both of his brothers had made it across the water without trouble. Growling, Ascher started pushing the water away from him and kicking his legs in the closest approximation of a fish that he could, and he moved forward enough for his legs to hit sand and rocks.
That got a whoop of success from the wolf, and after he made it out of the water (shivering now) he thought And I didn't even need their help, ha! Maybe Ascher was growing up, finally. He turned around to look at the water again and shivered. Well, maybe a little bit of growing up, but he was not about to get back in that water for a little while. Ascher looked hungrily at Saul, "What's for lunch, I'm starving!"
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