Word Count
Participants :: Brosephiine | Saint Sergio
B'alam :: Amarite | Ohtli
Amarite Word Count ::
Ohtli Word Count ::
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Amarite waded through the water up to his chest, his head held high as he trudged along. There was no real point to what he was doing. He just liked being in the water. The sun glittered off the gem on his forehead and warmed him as he waded. A flash of something silvery under the water caught his eye and he dived instantly, disappearing with a soft plop as the water closed around him. A moment later he re-emerged and padded up the bank with a large fish in his mouth.
He pranced forward out of the water and shook himself off. Water droplets sprayed the area and made his fur look more fluffy at the ends than usual. He was grinning with the fish still in his mouth, happy as can be. "Yes! Lunch!" The fish dropped from his mouth onto the sandy bank and he pawed at it for a moment as it died. His tongue lolled out of his mouth slightly, eyes bright and eager. He took great pleasure in this little catch, although he knew he'd just go look for another fish in a bit.
Keeping the fish in his sight, he began the task of building a little fire; arranging the stones and gathering some twigs to light. Halfway through a few large sea birds came swooping down for the fish that now lay dead in the sun. Amarite snarled and snapped at them, baring his teeth. The birds scattered and he quickly scooped up his prize and headed back to the little campfire he was making. "Raw fish'll do, but this just tastes better," he told himself. There was no one around to hear him talk to himself, anyway. And if there was he'd just laugh at himself anyway.
Saint Sergio