Better run, better run- faster than my bullet

Axelle Napier · 08-21-2012, 04:31 AM

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She backed away from Itzal, remembering she did have a mate back home, but also because she wanted a bath. ”Yeah, let’s go.” So, Itzal led them out of Halifax towards this lake he spoke of. It wasn’t too far out of Halifax and it didn’t take them that long to get there. When the lake came into view, Axelle rushed before Itzal. She shuffled faster than he did and into the shallow depths of the lake. The cool waters rushed her feet, but she didn’t care. Then she just face-flopped into the deeper part of the small lake.

Her whole body submerged, and only bubbles signaled her existence. Her wounds stung, and she couldn’t see a thing in the murky waters. All she knew is that she was grateful that she could swim because she could no longer feel the bottom. (Though, unaware of where she actually acquired the skill. Maybe it just came natural.) She spread her arms and propelled herself through the middle of the lake, and emerged on the other side. Her usually fluffy fur clung to her head and body, and made her look like a wet rat. Her wounds stung, but in a good way, and the blood smeared away from them due to the water.

She continued to dive down again and pop up in other places of the small lake. She didn’t exactly want to scrub at them yet, and really would rather not. They hurt still, and if the water could just rinse away all the dried blood – she would be okay. The last time she popped up, she flopped her drenched hair out of her face and smiled back at Itzal. ”Can you swim?” She called back to him and continued to swim around the deeper parts – hoping to clean whatever blood was on her back. She could feel the newest wound on her neck burning, but she liked it. The water was cleaning it for her, and she didn’t mind.

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