[PRP] Fishing Lessons - From Water and Crimson Tears

[Tiarana]

From Water stood perched on the end of a fallen log that jutted over a deep pool, gazing intently into the brackish water for any darting silver shape. The water was murky and smelled a little strange, but nonetheless, for some reason the striped buck was convinced there were fish in it. The end of the log shook dangerously, but he wasn't too concerned about that, and he licked his lips with anticipation of his next meal. Right there! There was one! A silver reflection, for sure! With a massive splash, From Water clattered off the log, and started flailing around in search of the long-gone fish.  

[gooberfeesh]

Maybe he was better off foraging elsewhere. The more Crimson Tears looked at the water, the more he agreed with his thoughts. Whether it was true or not, he felt as if the fish were mocking him; they would flip their tails above the surface and splash water in his face, making the buck snort and shake his head. He was perched just on the edge and prepared to leave, yet a nearby sound halted his actions. What in Matope...? Blinking his pale, silver eyes in utter bewilderment, Crimson Tears glanced over and noticed what appeared to be an overgrown turtle of sorts. The longer he looked, however, the more that "turtle" became less a reptile and more a Kimeti. Well, this was strange. He continued to watch the other male, wondering why he was causing such a ruckus. Could he, too, have been attempting to fish?

 

[Tiarana]

From Water dragged himself out of the pool in a storm of foul language, and looked up to see some other Kimeti staring at him. "Oh, what do you want? Here to mock my efforts to catch fish?" he grumbled sourly. "You've probably caught all the fish already, haven't you?" He stretched in the other buck's direction to check for suspicious piles of fish.  

[gooberfeesh]

Crimson Tears was a bit taken back by the accusation, as well as the other buck’s belligerence. Were he a different Kimeti he might have retorted with an equally curt reply, yet he simply stood back, blinking, while feeling rather awkward. “I wasn’t going to mock you,” he answered truthfully, turning for a moment to look wherever the stranger was looking. “I was actually trying to catch a fish myself.” Was this particular area reserved? If so, Crimson Tears would leave and seek a meal somewhere else.  

[Tiarana]

The conspicuous lack of piles of fish on the ground confirmed the other buck's statements. From Water snorted some water out of his nose and shook himself. "Tricky little sneaks, aren't they? You think you have them, but no, it turns out you've got your own tromper in your craw instead." He scrambled back onto the rotting log and stared into the pond. "There's got to be a better way than flailing around like a snake when a mongoose's got it, yeah? Like, use a stick, or sumfin'."  

[gooberfeesh]

Now this…this was strange. Crimson Tears was at a slight loss at what to do. He was hungry, yes, but if the fish were stubborn and refused to be caught, then why bother sticking around? However, the other buck was determined, it seemed, to snag one for himself at all costs. “A stick might work,” he agreed softly, looking at the ground. He searched for a stick long and powerful enough to get the job done. When he didn’t find one, he tried thinking of another idea. “What about catching them in something?” Some of the thicker weeds would work if they stuck them all together, he thought.  

[Tiarana]

"In something, eh?" From Water turned his head from side to side, scanning the bank around the muddy pool for something suitable. "I've got it!" Scrambling up off the log again, he dove for something in the brush, and stood up again with the tail of an angrily chittering mongoose in his mouth. "We cab ube dis! Ib cab hold bransshes and stubb!" He shook the mongoose lightly to calm it down (which had the opposite effect), and climbed onto the log again. He perched himself near the end of the log and set the mongoose down carefully, then turned back to Crimson Tears and called, "Hey, give me some sticks or something, alright, bucko!" The mongoose chirped at him, but could hardly get around the buck's bulk, so it settled for attempting to attack his hooves instead.