3. Ikaika plunged into the deep clear water so unlike his home. It was in his blood to appreciate the thick green murk of a well stagnanted swamp. Moss and slime were a soft comforting blanket to hide in, in the case of a threat. No day was complete without the scintillating coating effects of a good dunk in algae. Here on the other side of the border it was a bit different, too clean, too pure. He felt distirbingly exposed the moment he orientated himself underwater. It was chillier then he was used to as well. Add that to the feeling that some kind of monster was watching him and he regretted his slithery sneaking immediately. Perhaps it would have been more pertinant to bring someone with him. The problem being that he still didn't have any friends, being altogether to eager to see the water first.
Perhaps that along with curiousity was why he had come here in the first place, abandoning his beloved swamp. Were there friends to be found here? Someone worthy of his time and patience? He had not been so lucky at home, but then he also didn't get out that much, usually prefering to stay at home by himself rather then seek out the company of others. His question was did he not get along with the others because of them? Or did it have something to do with himself? Some quirk of personality definitely made him leary of the new. And if that creepy sensation didn't leave he was going to admit that new was a bad thing indeed, especially if he manged to get chased by some swift and fantastic new predator. The sensation increased to the point where he knew he had to cut his adventure short and get out of the fireign waters or risk meeting whatever danger his subconsciousness insisted was int he area. What had posessed him to leave home?
Simply the fact that he could explore somewhere no one of his people had ever been.
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