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indent It was dawn, and clearly the water was far too frigid for the Storm youth to be doing what he was intending on doing. He pulled the denim from his hips, finding an unconventional comfort in the tight article of clothing he had claimed in the city as his own. Folding the jeans in his arms, he set them aside on a pile of rocks, before strolling to the shore’s edge.
indent The sun was just coming over the horizon, casting a fiery orange glow across the expanse of ocean. He cupped a hand around his eyes, searching the horizon for some unknown object, before looking back at the waves that lazily lapped at his feet. The water was cool, but he would enjoy the refreshing wash.
indent He began wadding into the water, watching as it spilt over the tops of his feet and rose up to his shins. He paused, breathing out as the chill came as a slight shock to his system. By the time the sun rose over the horizon, though, he was determined to wade out to his chest.
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He had been watching the wolf for several minutes, studying the oddity of his clothing and action. Once the young man had made his way into the ocean, the fox had slipped out from his hiding spot and casually waltzed over to the pile of rocks the stranger had left his jeans at. After observing them with cat-slit eyes, the red and white furred fellow shifted his feet and settled, bushy tail wrapping around his side. The fox did not say a word; he was content to watch, and to study. [/html]
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indent He stood there for a moment, just merely taking the instant to breath away all of his thoughts, his worries. When he opened his eyes once more, he realized that it had already grown a bit lighter outside, even in that short time. Taking another breath of the salty air, he waded further into the water, watching as it soon came up to his waist. It was definitely cold – after all, it was still too early in the year to be out swimming. Either way, Icarus was determined to test his sea legs. He took a deep breath, before swinging his body forward and jumping into the wave that lapped lazily towards him.
indent The collision of his youthful body and the salty water created an explosion of water that was catapulted into the air. Gasping for another breath of air, Icarus dunked his head below the water and let his body be taken over by the stinging sensation of the cold. When his head broke the surface of the water once more, his chest burned for more air. The brisk temperature of the water was quickly devouring any oxygen he had taken in, as if compressing his lungs. Looking out towards the horizon, he figured that was good enough for today. Sure, he didn’t really do much swimming, but it was too cold to stay out for too long. Icarus was all too familiar with the dangers of hypothermia.
indent He turned back and waded towards the shore. The water slowly began to recede, falling from his chest and down to his waist. He kept his blue gaze down at the shimmering water below, but his intuition told him to look up. When he did, he paused, for an unfamiliar creature was standing close by to the rocks where Icarus has settled his jeans.
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[html] The wolf was a boy on the brink of manhood—this much he could tell from his body and face. Aging was something done in strides, never fully at once. It had taken Cael several years to mature, and even now he was still a child at heart. There were no demons in his past, no skeletons in his closet. His family, for whatever reasons, had long ago become ghosts. Others were around, as always, but he felt no bond to them. Cael was absolutely free in his life, doing what he pleased as he chose. It was not a sorrow-filled existence either; he found great joy in the happiness that can truly only come from being alone.
At the gaze of the tawny male, Cael’s face cracked into a smile, something that always had and always would give off the impression he knew a secret others did not. Perhaps he did. That was one of the brilliant beauties of his kind. “The water too cold for you?” He asked, voice a jingle of music over the cold air. [/html]
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indent As he paused, the water splashed lazily around his waist. The light breeze chilled his wet and exposed body down to the bone, but somehow, Icarus hadn’t really begun to notice. Either way, he began taking steps forward, using his arms at his sides to help keep his balance as his clawed feet slipped along the rocky bottom. His eyes, flashing from the fox to the water in front of him, reflected the intrigue he found by the fox’s form. He had seen his kind before, but never really had conversed with one.
indent "I think it's probably too cold for anyone", he replied, as the water had receded down to just below his shins. When he reached the shore, he shook himself a bit, though it wasn’t as effective fully shifted as it was on four legs. "It’s not really swimming season", Icarus pointed out, as he made his way to the jeans on the rocks and the unfamiliar face.
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[html] “Then why were you swimming?” He asked, a faint and bemused grin on his face. Why did anyone do anything? Cael knew that answers were always simple, or complex, but not for him. The way that these wolves worked was such a curious thing. They wore the clothes of man, used man’s weapons, and seemed to idolize man. In essence, had he known of religion or the word God, he might have suggested that wolves had turned man into God. Of course, ignorant to these ideas, Cael only found it a curious oddity in a world he knew little about. [/html]
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