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 Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 10:42 am
Idly swishing her tail this-and-that-a-way, the Seathi drifted about in no particular direction. Truth be told, the small creature was actually bored. The waters were frigid with a chill that refused to leave, and the sun was weak and watery at best. Not that being watery was a bad thing, it was just that the sun was supposed to be full of fire. And fire with water was no good combination. Seldom few were out and about in such conditions, many preferring to hide within the bright coral or lurk deep within their caves.
Cyllene's hoof kicked a small rock that just happened to be resting upon the sand on the shallow sea bed. It skittered off, bouncing around until it fell into a clump of seaweed. It wasn't much, but hey, what could you do when no one was around? Pumping her tail and fluttering her fins, she made her way over to the clump of green fronds. It seemed this would be the only entertainment she would get.
Parting the strands with her hoofs, she delved her muzzle into the heart of the plant, searching for her precious pebble.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 10:49 am
The sea otter sighed contently. This was the perfect day for her! The weather was just rough enough to form white-crested waves upon the surface of the water, yet the sun still shone brightly enough to leave everything pleasant. Wiggling her tail, she scampered up to her paws. The warm, yellow sand of the beach lay below her, sparkling with the occasional shell, gently heating her toes in a pleasant fashion.
Her eyes gazed out towards the sea, bright blue observing bright blue. The mop of red hair upon her forehead quivered with excitement. Taking a moment to bunch up her muscles, the otter set off at a running start, moving with an odd, bouncy gait towards the omnipresent water.
As she reached the edge, she changed her gallop to a waddle before sliding in smoothly. Her fur repelled the water, making it easy to bob up and down upon the waves. She felt no cold, knew no dangers. The sea was her playground.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 10:27 am
Her muzzle was thrust deep within the plant as she tried to plough through the thick fronds with her two hooves. Twisting her head this way and that, Cyllene attempted to find her pebble. The pebbly wasn't even that pretty. It was just that, a pebble. Made of soft gray rock and worn smooth at the edges. A standard sea-rock. Why did it have to fall into such a dense clump of the plant?
She grimaced as her teeth accidentally clamped down on a bitter strand of seaweed. Opening her mouth quickly, she spluttered, trying to get rid of the disgusting taste. For a second she paused, her face a mask of displeasure. That stuff was vile. Vile vile vile. Some species of seaweed weren't too bad, they were edible, but not this one. This one was bitter through and through.
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