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~Description of Skye~
Skye is a young boy, not yet in his teens who never the less is stronger and fitter than the average human at their peak. He is thin but well proportioned with surprising muscle tone for a boy his age with broad shoulders and a v-shape torso.
He is fairly tall for a child of man and his life spent so far in the sun, sand and surf has left his skin bronzed and his hair bleached blonde, shoulder length and wild as can be. His eyes are a light brown with flecks of gold dispersed within them. He is young but his features are bold and handsome, the skin of his angular features, blessed by the sun and sea is smooth has a healthy glow.
He is clad in a light tan coloured fabric with a rough, loose weave. It is vaguely in the shape of a sort of tunic but is so stretched, worn and ripped that it barely holds a shape at all and drapes around his body like a used rag, the hem hangs about his knees and is tattered and only one of the shoulders is in place over his shoulder. The cloth leaves little the the imagination and is more for protection from the harsh sun than for modesty.
Skye has lived on a small island for the majority of his short life. On a trip across the pacific ocean, the young lad was cast overboard during a storm and lost to the unforgiving maw of the waves. By morning, the storm had cleared and he was found by a passing pod of dolphins who, being as there was no land in sight, assumed he had fallen from the sky into the ocean. Knowing these strange, legged creatures were not built for the ocean, the pod took turns shunting him through the water all the way to an isolated island in the middle of the ocean and dragged him to the shallows. Monkeys brought him fresh water from the jungle on the island, carried in coconut shells and dumped fresh fruit into his mouth.
Surprisingly resilient for a human child, Skye recovered with the help of nature's creatures who gave him the name 'Skye' after his assumed origin. Years passed and the boy was able to survive entirely off of the island. Fresh fruit and vegetables grew wild and plenty of fish swam in the sea, he seemed completely at home there. Not only that but the whole ordeal, which would have left many scarred for life, had given Skye a strong connection to the ocean. He had developed the ability to hold his breath for impossible amounts of time and could swim leagues unaided as if he was a creature of the sea himself. He had become accepted by the dolphin pod and accompanied them on their annual migration when they came for him, travelling the world via sea and learning much, but ever wary of the strange creatures known as human, a race which he no longer belonged to.
No, Skye was now far different from humans. Stronger, faster. He could smell better, spoke no human language and acted far more like the animals with which he surrounded himself than any human. He climbed like the monkeys of the forest and bit absolutely everything he came across as did the sharks of the sea. He also seemed to have developed an almost psychic like sense similar to the sonar of the dolphins. No, Skye was not human anymore.
But the physiological and psychological changes were not always beneficial, his greatest weakness was his near complete dependence on water. Skye requires ludicrous amounts of water to stay hydrated, no issue on his island but a possible issue during droughts.
Regardless, the time for migration has come again. And with a hint of sadness, Skye prepares to leave his home once again. Setting off into the deep blue sea, who knows what he may come across?
The creators of this Rp sure do! A jungle with a similarly odd creature dwelling within!
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~ Description of Snow ~
Many years ago there existed a lonely tribe of people, far from 'civilization', off in a world of their own. Literally... an island far from modern day, devoid of technology, and surrounded by nothing of interest to anyone. They were ruled by ancient customs that many would consider barbaric and inhumane, but life on an island isn't as easy as pictures of "Paradise" make out. Myths are created from stories with a moral... forefathers had experiences and passed that knowledge down the line to their children and children's children, in order to teach them.
One year there was a child born... smaller than his siblings, fair skinned to the point of seeming sickly pale, with hair as white as freshly fallen snow. But he was healthy as any other newborn; with 10 fingers and toes with a strong grip, two green eyes as bright as the healthiest of plants, and his first cry echoed strongly across the whole village and off into the jungle. But the villagers took one look at this boy, and could not bare the thought of raising him as one of their own. His mother refused to hold him, and his father refused to take him... and so the Shaman of this village decided that the cursed one must go.
Wrapping him in a blanket, he ventured many days through the jungle, across the plains, and to the top of the highest mountain. There he placed the tiny baby into the snow and offered him to the Gods above, before turning and walking away. The Child laid there for many hours, crying like a hungry child does, his eyes brightly looking around for anyone to help him. But instead of an adult to take pity upon him, he attracted a pack of hungry felines... perhaps the Gods were actually listening that day because the animals did not descend upon the child as they normally would. Where one tribe had rejected him, another accepted him. The felines took him back to their den and fed him and nurtured him and raised him.
He grew into a strong and confident member of their society; able to run as fast on all fours as any other cat, able to climb higher, jump taller, and swim just as strongly as any other. They did not see him as a curse but as a blessing despite his pale differences, which despite the amount of time spent outdoors never seems to tan out, forcing him to wear the tatters of his childhood blanket around his hips during the day and his shoulders during the night and in the mountain lair and during winter. And now Snow, as he's known because of his origins and because of his colorings, is growing into a teen. He's beginning to wander his own path, almost literally... chasing after anything and everything that grabs his interest.
Including a certain random visitor that's about to visit his island home. RP POWERS GO.
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Skye was swimming with his pod in the deep waters of the Indian ocean, nearing Africa. He had been at sea for so long and was so far from home that his heart often ached for his little island, now in an entirely different ocean. He had been away for three months now, he had travelled far and wide, had adventures, faced dangers in search of warmer waters. He had cut through the water like a knife chasing baitfish, swam with wales, watched in awe as massive, strange, metal constructs floated along atop the waves, seemingly immune to the currents.
To land dwellers, the sea often looked rather similar. They had such a limited view of anything below the surface and did not seem to see that the variations in the sea were as different as those on land. Skye’s home island was surrounded by a young but healthy coral reef that encircled it, encouraging many tropical fish to hide within, protected from the dangers of the open water. As he had swum north, he passed into areas littered with volcanic rock and geysers with immensely clear water. Then the sea had become green and wild, the bottom covered in towering forests of kelp and weed, swaying gently in the currents.
Right now it was blue, very very blue and the pod was in water so deep that nothing could be seen in any direction but blue, blue and more blue. Above the surface, the water appeared still but below, the pod twisted and turned in the water and Skye with them, seemingly humming a tune to himself in an abnormally deep register as he communicated with the rest of the clicking, chirping aquatic mammals. Sure, there may be nothing to see visually, however using sound, the pod was bouncing signals off an island several kilometres away.
He had not seen land for two weeks, swimming non-stop for the entire time at a steady pace, he did not rest, he did not tire. He had also not tasted fresh water in that same time but he seemed unaffected, drawing the moisture from the sea around him. He was entirely comfortable in the water but he was excited to see what this new island had for him.
About an hour later, the pod arrived and Skye surfaced, bobbing up and down in the gently undulating sea as he observed the landmass. Sure, the dolphins didn’t care much about it, they only cared about fishing for food amongst the fish in the shallower water but Skye almost always went ashore, even when the ‘land’ in question was essentially a giant icecube and was guarded by a massive white polar bear.
This island looked interesting, it was mostly jungle but seemed to have many other environments crammed together within, from the waterline, Skye could already see a towering, snow covered mountain and an obviously active volcano, he had to go inland, he simply could not resist.
Leaving the dolphins to their merry feasting, Skye followed the scent of fresh water to a large rivermouth feeding into the sea. The rocky bottom changed first to sand and then to a mixed up silty mess as it became shallower. River mouths were bountiful but dangerous places to be as the movement from the river stirred up baitfish, attracting all manner of creatures, including sharks. Skye was very careful and also rather lucky as he dived deep to avoid anything coming up below him and made for the rivermouth, he did indeed spy a few sharks on his way but they seemed disinterested.
The young boy kicked hard to go against the slow but steady flow of the river as the salt faded and gave way to cool, fresh water. It was remarkably clear in the river and Skye spent hours swimming up its length, bobbing up often to see what there was to see. For a long while there was nothing but reeds, he was in some sort of marsh or something but eventually, as he reached the jungle, he began to see trees and vines and rocks, along with some of the local wildlife, strange horned creatures. What were they? They were small, blonde colored and had big black eyes, seemingly ever alert for danger. Where would such danger come from? Skye wondered as he sat in the river with only his eyes above water, scanning the treeline for any signs. He watched different creatures come and go for hours at the riverbank, leaving myriads of footprints in the mud until eventually, the crowd of creatures erupted into motion as an attack came, not from the trees but from the river. An enormous reptile leapt from the river and latched onto one of the horned creatures with its powerful jaws before sinking back into the depths.
Startled, Skye stared wide-eyed at the spot where the little animal had been taken and cautiously searched the area. Now that he knew what he was looking for, he saw many of the strange creatures sitting in the water like logs along the riverbank. Observation over time made Skye both hungry and curious, he had a subconscious desire to learn from the creatures he met on his travels and so soon enough he too was in the shallows near the riverbank, a good way from the dangerous looking reptiles, peering up through a few feet of water at a nearby bouncy horned creature.
Refraction in the water made the creature visible only as a sort of yellowish blurr but it was good enough for Skye to attempt a strike. He couldn’t believe he was so close to the creature without it seeing him, an excited feeling rushed through him as he watched it move closer, just one more step and he would leap out on it and have a delicious…whatever it was all of his own.
To land dwellers, the sea often looked rather similar. They had such a limited view of anything below the surface and did not seem to see that the variations in the sea were as different as those on land. Skye’s home island was surrounded by a young but healthy coral reef that encircled it, encouraging many tropical fish to hide within, protected from the dangers of the open water. As he had swum north, he passed into areas littered with volcanic rock and geysers with immensely clear water. Then the sea had become green and wild, the bottom covered in towering forests of kelp and weed, swaying gently in the currents.
Right now it was blue, very very blue and the pod was in water so deep that nothing could be seen in any direction but blue, blue and more blue. Above the surface, the water appeared still but below, the pod twisted and turned in the water and Skye with them, seemingly humming a tune to himself in an abnormally deep register as he communicated with the rest of the clicking, chirping aquatic mammals. Sure, there may be nothing to see visually, however using sound, the pod was bouncing signals off an island several kilometres away.
He had not seen land for two weeks, swimming non-stop for the entire time at a steady pace, he did not rest, he did not tire. He had also not tasted fresh water in that same time but he seemed unaffected, drawing the moisture from the sea around him. He was entirely comfortable in the water but he was excited to see what this new island had for him.
About an hour later, the pod arrived and Skye surfaced, bobbing up and down in the gently undulating sea as he observed the landmass. Sure, the dolphins didn’t care much about it, they only cared about fishing for food amongst the fish in the shallower water but Skye almost always went ashore, even when the ‘land’ in question was essentially a giant icecube and was guarded by a massive white polar bear.
This island looked interesting, it was mostly jungle but seemed to have many other environments crammed together within, from the waterline, Skye could already see a towering, snow covered mountain and an obviously active volcano, he had to go inland, he simply could not resist.
Leaving the dolphins to their merry feasting, Skye followed the scent of fresh water to a large rivermouth feeding into the sea. The rocky bottom changed first to sand and then to a mixed up silty mess as it became shallower. River mouths were bountiful but dangerous places to be as the movement from the river stirred up baitfish, attracting all manner of creatures, including sharks. Skye was very careful and also rather lucky as he dived deep to avoid anything coming up below him and made for the rivermouth, he did indeed spy a few sharks on his way but they seemed disinterested.
The young boy kicked hard to go against the slow but steady flow of the river as the salt faded and gave way to cool, fresh water. It was remarkably clear in the river and Skye spent hours swimming up its length, bobbing up often to see what there was to see. For a long while there was nothing but reeds, he was in some sort of marsh or something but eventually, as he reached the jungle, he began to see trees and vines and rocks, along with some of the local wildlife, strange horned creatures. What were they? They were small, blonde colored and had big black eyes, seemingly ever alert for danger. Where would such danger come from? Skye wondered as he sat in the river with only his eyes above water, scanning the treeline for any signs. He watched different creatures come and go for hours at the riverbank, leaving myriads of footprints in the mud until eventually, the crowd of creatures erupted into motion as an attack came, not from the trees but from the river. An enormous reptile leapt from the river and latched onto one of the horned creatures with its powerful jaws before sinking back into the depths.
Startled, Skye stared wide-eyed at the spot where the little animal had been taken and cautiously searched the area. Now that he knew what he was looking for, he saw many of the strange creatures sitting in the water like logs along the riverbank. Observation over time made Skye both hungry and curious, he had a subconscious desire to learn from the creatures he met on his travels and so soon enough he too was in the shallows near the riverbank, a good way from the dangerous looking reptiles, peering up through a few feet of water at a nearby bouncy horned creature.
Refraction in the water made the creature visible only as a sort of yellowish blurr but it was good enough for Skye to attempt a strike. He couldn’t believe he was so close to the creature without it seeing him, an excited feeling rushed through him as he watched it move closer, just one more step and he would leap out on it and have a delicious…whatever it was all of his own.
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Playfully he bounced around from rock to tree to rock again, like a little kid jumping in puddles. Only this little kid did it on all fours... hands and feet working together to keep his balance and keep him upright, with each pouncing movement as he did his best to avoid touching the ground. He knew it wasn't made of lava, and that he wouldn't hurt himself even if he did miss, but he was trying his best to hit his targets and keep his balance. It was practice.
For a child of the jungle he was becoming a skilled hunter, despite his odd stance and his seemingly underdeveloped physique. To look upon this child you wouldn't think he was normal the way he crawled about like an infant still getting his legs. But for Snow this was normal. This was how he was raised, this is how he had grown. He was -capable- of standing on two feet and walking about like the strange men he glimpse on the far side of the island, but he chose not to. This was how his Mother and Father, his siblings and packmates walked. This is how Snow did it too. It had been harder when he was little, he knew that he was different from the Others and for the longest of times struggled to be just like them, though they didn't seem to care about his differences so neither did he. It was the funny beings that ran away on two legs when they saw him that were more worried about how he looked.
Snow could never figure out why, and despite his curiosity his attention span never managed to bother with the problem long enough for him to actually figure it out. So now Snow just made sure to practise. Every day running and jumping, pouncing and leaping, climbing and falling... always landing on his feet like his siblings. Easier to do when you were on your own with no fear of looking like an idiot when you failed, and often Snow did, but he got right back up and tried again. Nothing seemed to keep him down... not his past, not his family, not the other creatures of the island he called home. And he'd met many of them in his travels, knew most of them not so much by name but on sight he could tell which ones were friendly and which ones weren't. For the most part he knew them by sound as well.
He stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of a water scale attacking a white horned, standing on his back feet upon the rock he just landed on, straining his tiny ears to hear where it was. From the direction of the flowing water, the crossing that he knew quite well just a little ways ahead... and without a second though he jumped off the rock, landing on his hands with ease, before galloping into the undergrowth between the trees. It didn't take too long, he could smell them before he could see them... and the ruckus he heard earlier quietened down for a moment, before starting back up again. Before coming out onto the shore he climbed one of the closest trees, padding out upon a branch and looking over the crossing carefully. It didn't take long before he spotted the water scale that had slunk off into the depths with it's meal, his brethren watching him, looking for an opportunity to take it from him.
He also noticed something else in the water beneath him... a shape he didn't recognise at all, something mimicking the water scales and stalking one of the white horned ones. From his vantage point though, Snow could see that it wasn't going to end well... and he carefully edged closer, almost practically above the thing beneath the lapping waves. It was weird... different... not any sea creature he recognised, yet it seemed to have no trouble staying down there and waiting for...
His eyes flicked to the horned one and back again, back and forth, back and forth.... and then beyond. Snow gasped silently as he notice what the one beneath the waves couldn't see... and he knew he had to act. Either the new thing would be friendly or it would be enemy, but either way in a second it would be dead. Snow dropped from the branch, realising that the water wasn't very deep, he braced himself, legs dropping on the new one and instantly clamping all four limbs around him. Snow had the advance in the fact that the new one was still intent upon the horned one, and for a moment there was no resistance for the attack, the new one was probably still processing the sudden movements. But Snow knew that wouldn't last, and rallying all his strength he pulled the new one aside, rolling over like the water scales did, tumbling head over heals into the deeper water, away from the shore, still clinging tightly for a moment. As soon as they were out of range he let the new one go, pushing him away into the deeper water and simultaneously pushing himself to the surface.
He broke the water just in time to see the Big One snap at the horned one from the exact spot they had been in only a second ago. Snow panted heavily from the sudden activity as he watched the largest water scale take down his prey, and drag him into the water as if the horned one was nothing. As soon as it was over he turned to look for the new one, still uncertain as to what it was or what it wanted, treading water unsteadily as he looked around for it. Snow wasn't the best of swimmers... more cats just kind of flailed their limbs wildly in order to keep their head above water, but his family loved the water and would often quite happily flail about. But his siblings were bigger, and their paws were thicker, and they had a much easier time of treading the lakes and rivers of the island. Snow could barely keep his head above the water, especially with the waves from the Big One as he just belly flopped back into the depths with his meal, and two or three times his head went back under, her headfur getting in his eyes and making him flail more wildly.
He could only hope that whatever the new one was, it wasn't going to attack him before he could find his way back to the shore where he could have the advantage once again....
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Watching. Waiting. Skye’s entire being was focused on the blurry, wavy image before him as he waited for the perfect moment to strike, just a little closer. It was torture waiting for the creature to move within range, it stepped closer, then closer again before trotting away a few steps but the ever patient Skye knew that eventually it was going to come down to the water and that was when Skye would leap out and claim the prize for himself. Or at least that was the plan.
Well travelled as the young son of man was, every time he entered a new environment, he was a naïve outsider once more. He did not know the ways these creatures lived, the way they hunted and unbeknownst to him, just as he was stalking his prey, he was being stalked by another.
The attack was sudden, Skye had no time to react, there was no warning as he was suddenly set upon from above and enveloped in the tight clutches of the creature. Worse still, whatever it was began to roll, forcing Skye around and around, disorientating him and making fighting back difficult.
By the time Skye was in any position to resist, the creature released him and, following instinct, Skye immediately dove for deeper water. Unfortunately, in his disoriented state, he forgot that the river was only about five metres deep and swam straight into the silty bottom, causing a big puff of smoky sand to burst from the riverbed as he took the collision in stride, changing his destination for the bases of some nearby reeds where he rested, peering up at the surface.
What had that been? The grip was reminiscent of a squid, he had seen enormous squid in the ocean wrapping around creatures as big as whales and dragging them to their deaths in the deep but…no, that wasn’t right. It was no shark, for obvious reasons and those strange lizards didn’t fit the profile either. As the silt began to settle again, Skye looked up through the water to see the odd creature treading water above him. It had legs and arms rather than fins. The attack seemed to have come from above, had some sort of starving monkey leapt from a tree to munch on him? No, that was just stupid. That was when he saw it, the colossal pair of jaws bursting from the water and snapping shut with astonishing speed around the neck of the little horned creature, HIS little horned creature.
Skye watched as the horned one was taken away with the mighty lizard, who looked rather pleased with itself as it slipped beneath the surface, before turning his attention back to his strange attacker, or was it his saviour?
At any rate, what was it doing up there on the surface in plain view of anything and everything wanting to take a bite of it? Was it looking for him? Was it still hungry? Why had it released him in the first place? Skye’s first instinct was to abandon the entire expedition and head back down the river to the ocean but curiosity nagged at him, what WAS that thing?
Slowly, slowly, slowly he slipped out from the reeds and drifted through the water below the strange animal with a bare minimum of movement to avoid disturbing the riverbed and to keep himself as silent as possible, he didn’t want this thing picking up on any vibrations he may send into the water.
He approached cautiously from below, slowly getting nearer and nearer. He began to rise, up and up towards the gently kicking legs. He watched them slowly moving, in the water, frowning slightly as he compared them to his own, they were similar. Or were they? Curious, Skye decided the only appropriate way to gather more information on this oddity was to bite it, and so he did. Sinking his teeth right into the gently swaying ankle before him tentatively but firmly before turning tail and fleeing back to the safety of the reeds.
Odd…it was fleshy, soft but not hairy like any of the land mammals he had seen nor did it visually appear similar to anything aquatic that Skye had experienced. What. Was. It!? Finally, slowly, hesitantly, cautiously, Skye surfaced. Only his brown eyes and the top of his head were visible above the surface as he looked at this oddity.
Skye’s curiousness only rose as he took in the sight of the head bobbing in the water before him. Having never seen another human, Skye’s only perception of himself had been rippling reflections of himself in still pools and thus he could not be certain but… the creature, it looked like him. Skye narrowed his eyes as he slipped through the water, crawling up onto a nearby rock and staring down at this…thing, whatever it was, he touched his own face as he stared at that of the other, trying desperately to recall details of his own appearance.
Now that he was out of the water, Skye was no longer hidden, he was no longer ‘stalking’ the creature but directly interacting with it, it didn’t look so tough. With the higher ground, Skye snarled before pounding a fist against his chest. He then made a series of gestures.
‘You. There. Me. Why?’ he demanded, primarily by pointing at each of the things to which he was referring.
Well travelled as the young son of man was, every time he entered a new environment, he was a naïve outsider once more. He did not know the ways these creatures lived, the way they hunted and unbeknownst to him, just as he was stalking his prey, he was being stalked by another.
The attack was sudden, Skye had no time to react, there was no warning as he was suddenly set upon from above and enveloped in the tight clutches of the creature. Worse still, whatever it was began to roll, forcing Skye around and around, disorientating him and making fighting back difficult.
By the time Skye was in any position to resist, the creature released him and, following instinct, Skye immediately dove for deeper water. Unfortunately, in his disoriented state, he forgot that the river was only about five metres deep and swam straight into the silty bottom, causing a big puff of smoky sand to burst from the riverbed as he took the collision in stride, changing his destination for the bases of some nearby reeds where he rested, peering up at the surface.
What had that been? The grip was reminiscent of a squid, he had seen enormous squid in the ocean wrapping around creatures as big as whales and dragging them to their deaths in the deep but…no, that wasn’t right. It was no shark, for obvious reasons and those strange lizards didn’t fit the profile either. As the silt began to settle again, Skye looked up through the water to see the odd creature treading water above him. It had legs and arms rather than fins. The attack seemed to have come from above, had some sort of starving monkey leapt from a tree to munch on him? No, that was just stupid. That was when he saw it, the colossal pair of jaws bursting from the water and snapping shut with astonishing speed around the neck of the little horned creature, HIS little horned creature.
Skye watched as the horned one was taken away with the mighty lizard, who looked rather pleased with itself as it slipped beneath the surface, before turning his attention back to his strange attacker, or was it his saviour?
At any rate, what was it doing up there on the surface in plain view of anything and everything wanting to take a bite of it? Was it looking for him? Was it still hungry? Why had it released him in the first place? Skye’s first instinct was to abandon the entire expedition and head back down the river to the ocean but curiosity nagged at him, what WAS that thing?
Slowly, slowly, slowly he slipped out from the reeds and drifted through the water below the strange animal with a bare minimum of movement to avoid disturbing the riverbed and to keep himself as silent as possible, he didn’t want this thing picking up on any vibrations he may send into the water.
He approached cautiously from below, slowly getting nearer and nearer. He began to rise, up and up towards the gently kicking legs. He watched them slowly moving, in the water, frowning slightly as he compared them to his own, they were similar. Or were they? Curious, Skye decided the only appropriate way to gather more information on this oddity was to bite it, and so he did. Sinking his teeth right into the gently swaying ankle before him tentatively but firmly before turning tail and fleeing back to the safety of the reeds.
Odd…it was fleshy, soft but not hairy like any of the land mammals he had seen nor did it visually appear similar to anything aquatic that Skye had experienced. What. Was. It!? Finally, slowly, hesitantly, cautiously, Skye surfaced. Only his brown eyes and the top of his head were visible above the surface as he looked at this oddity.
Skye’s curiousness only rose as he took in the sight of the head bobbing in the water before him. Having never seen another human, Skye’s only perception of himself had been rippling reflections of himself in still pools and thus he could not be certain but… the creature, it looked like him. Skye narrowed his eyes as he slipped through the water, crawling up onto a nearby rock and staring down at this…thing, whatever it was, he touched his own face as he stared at that of the other, trying desperately to recall details of his own appearance.
Now that he was out of the water, Skye was no longer hidden, he was no longer ‘stalking’ the creature but directly interacting with it, it didn’t look so tough. With the higher ground, Skye snarled before pounding a fist against his chest. He then made a series of gestures.
‘You. There. Me. Why?’ he demanded, primarily by pointing at each of the things to which he was referring.
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Snow mostly ignored the Big One as he slunk off with is prey, he'd seen it enough times to know how that little scene ended, and he wanted no part of it. No, his attention was focused primarily upon keeping his head above water and not being attacked by the other Water Scales. They wouldn't hesitate to take an opportunity like this to slink over and take a distracted meal. Snow just wanted... needed... to get out of the water before something--
"Aaargh! FHADKLFJA;LDKFJA;" Snow screamed incoherently as something latched on to him anyway. Flat teeth, not like the Water Scales, but no herbivore would dare to attack something like him flailing about in the water so breathlessly.
But just as soon as it was there, it was gone again... and the pain quickly subsided as he flailed away from from the attack blindly. For a moment he dove beneath the surface, as much to get his long hair out of his eyes as to hide from whatever had just bitten him, and surface a few feet away before turning to find the attacker.
He watched in amazement as the Other surfaced himself and crawled up on a rock on the shore. He looked a lot like Snow did, only he had color where Snow didn't. Momentarily forgetting to flail his limbs he ducked beneath the water again and sputtered out the mouthful of water, before flailing his way over to the shore and crawling up on another rock. He shook vigorously as only cat can do when they're wet, flailing each hand-paw at the end to get the drips off, before sitting on his haunches and looking at the Other as it made some strange flailing movements.
Snow wasn't sure what the gestures meant, the thumping of the chest clearly a Hairy Tree Dweller sign of dominance, which he didn't like at all and made Snow frown momentarily in disapproval. But the rest seemed to be a question of "Why?" Why what, Snow wasn't sure. Why did I save you? Snow tilted his head confusedly and twitched an ear, before 'shruggin' a non-commital "I don't know." He stared at the Other for a moment, before inspecting his ankle where it was bitten, checking to make sure that thing hadn't actually done any damage. It all seemed superficial, and thus meant that despite his display of dominance it wasn't really a threat.... just a mere curiosity.
He sat back down and stared back at the Other curiously again, studying him from head to toe... looking at all the similarities and differences between the two of them. Two 'arms' and two "legs'; Snows for sprinting, the Other's for swimming; hand-paws and a feet paws different sizes but the same shape. Snow held his up and uncurled his fingers showing his palms and fingers to the Other so He could see they were the same, and then he reached up and rubbed his snow white head-fur, mostly to get the water out of it and stop it from dripping into his eyes, but also as if to say to the Other "See, same hair fur."
Sitting across from each other like this, they could have almost been siblings to anyone watching... though similar they were so different, and yet so much exactly alike it was uncanny. The water between them still and silent as they communicated as best they could with each other. Not a single animal around them even giving them a second glance as they slowly dried in the dappled sunlight upon the shore.
"Aaargh! FHADKLFJA;LDKFJA;" Snow screamed incoherently as something latched on to him anyway. Flat teeth, not like the Water Scales, but no herbivore would dare to attack something like him flailing about in the water so breathlessly.
But just as soon as it was there, it was gone again... and the pain quickly subsided as he flailed away from from the attack blindly. For a moment he dove beneath the surface, as much to get his long hair out of his eyes as to hide from whatever had just bitten him, and surface a few feet away before turning to find the attacker.
He watched in amazement as the Other surfaced himself and crawled up on a rock on the shore. He looked a lot like Snow did, only he had color where Snow didn't. Momentarily forgetting to flail his limbs he ducked beneath the water again and sputtered out the mouthful of water, before flailing his way over to the shore and crawling up on another rock. He shook vigorously as only cat can do when they're wet, flailing each hand-paw at the end to get the drips off, before sitting on his haunches and looking at the Other as it made some strange flailing movements.
Snow wasn't sure what the gestures meant, the thumping of the chest clearly a Hairy Tree Dweller sign of dominance, which he didn't like at all and made Snow frown momentarily in disapproval. But the rest seemed to be a question of "Why?" Why what, Snow wasn't sure. Why did I save you? Snow tilted his head confusedly and twitched an ear, before 'shruggin' a non-commital "I don't know." He stared at the Other for a moment, before inspecting his ankle where it was bitten, checking to make sure that thing hadn't actually done any damage. It all seemed superficial, and thus meant that despite his display of dominance it wasn't really a threat.... just a mere curiosity.
He sat back down and stared back at the Other curiously again, studying him from head to toe... looking at all the similarities and differences between the two of them. Two 'arms' and two "legs'; Snows for sprinting, the Other's for swimming; hand-paws and a feet paws different sizes but the same shape. Snow held his up and uncurled his fingers showing his palms and fingers to the Other so He could see they were the same, and then he reached up and rubbed his snow white head-fur, mostly to get the water out of it and stop it from dripping into his eyes, but also as if to say to the Other "See, same hair fur."
Sitting across from each other like this, they could have almost been siblings to anyone watching... though similar they were so different, and yet so much exactly alike it was uncanny. The water between them still and silent as they communicated as best they could with each other. Not a single animal around them even giving them a second glance as they slowly dried in the dappled sunlight upon the shore.