Water, Waves, Sand and Fox(Spectre)

[Shadow]

He examined every tree, bush and rock, leaving nothing un-explored. The dog fox had started with the unclaimed lands, saving exploring the pack territorys for later. When arriving at this new stretch of land ChickenHound had decided he liked this part of the island. Their certainly was alot of places to go around here, and plenty of prey, but he wasn't so sure about the wolves and strange canines that lived around here. All the same, a nice place to live, at least for a while.

His large ears twitched, picking up a faint roaring sound. The sea. The red fox took one step forward. ChickenHound debated weather to go to the shore or not. He didn't often visit the shore. It was a lovely place to be sure, but the sand stuck to his fur, and wet sand got clumped up between his toes, on his tail, and it didn't taste all that great. But he was curious. Well, I did make a vow to myself. Explore every part of this new territory, and that includes beaches. 'Sides, I don't have to go near the water.

ChickenHound took another step forward, and another, then broke into a brisk trot. The roaring got louder, and the ground beneath the fox became sandy, mixed with the regular soil, till it was all sand. The trees ended and ChickenHound stopped, looking at the vast stretch of water before him. Waves crashed angrily against the shore, small but powerful. The endless blue went further, further, until it blended with the horizon. It always amazed him that so much water could exist.

He walked on, his paws sinking into the warm sand with every step. It was cooler under the top lair, and felt nice. Lifting his black and wight tail ChickenHound continued further, breathing in the lovely salty smell till he came to the water line. He stood still as the waves came rushing in, coming up to his paws but not getting them wet, then rushing back. ChickenHound looked around, spieing a large rock jutting up from the sand around it. The waves came in again and swept around the rock while the top stayed dry. ChickenHound ran over to it and leapt on neatly without getting a hair wet. He peered over, watching as again the waves came and left, but he remained untouched.

[Spectre]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/2n0rc6e.png] OoC: Sorry for keeping you waiting! The sun was scorching; the usual tufts of clouds were now non-existent. Shade was little, and few sounds were heard. A hazy mist hung over the land, drifting slightly despite the extinct wind. It blurred and blinded the unwary eyes with its myriad of flashing, clashing colors. There was no relief from the heat. Now typically on a miserably hot day like this, Illusion’s fur would’ve been singed off, but today was different. Today she was incessantly aggravated. Earlier this morning – as a matter of fact, very early in the morning – she had been awoken by the eternal squawks of an injured crow, who ended up teetering off the branch it was perched on and careening into her. Later that day, she had been stalking a young, tender rabbit when a herd of deer veered across her path, cutting her off from her prey. Enraged, she had chased the herd to the edge of a lake bed, slippery with moss and water. There, she had taken an impromptu plunge into the icy waters, one of her greatest of all fears. She nearly drowned in those waters as well. Almost drowned like the poor pup her younger sibling had sent swirling to his death. So now, Illusion’s once immaculate coat was sopping wet. The blazing sun had yet to dry her matted fur. She dragged her heels through equally blistering sand. Ahead of her, she spotted a sly-looking red fox, who was weaving amongst the little foliage that sprouted along the sandy shore. Every so often, he would bend down and sniff at objects like trees, bushes, grass… Now, he sprinted over to the sand where Illusion was shivering, despite the scorching sun overhead. He lightly hopped onto a rock, taking care to avoid coming into contact with the water’s surface. Noting this, her heart skipped a beat with recognition. She, too, was frightened of water. Softly, she padded towards the water’s edge and approached him. She could now discern his features more clearly. He was a magnificent red fox with the trademark, lustrous scarlet pelt. It glimmered in the heat of the afternoon, flickering and flashing many shades of crimson. His coat was spotlessly groomed; his eyes held a dancing, fiery light. He was also perched on a slippery rock, nervously eyeing the water level that barely grazed his fur. Illusion approached him from an angle where she was certain he couldn’t see or hear her. ”And who might you be?” she inquired in a soft tone.

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[Shadow]

In and out, in and out, a repeated rhythm. It was peaceful and ChickenHound felt himself relax. So he started at the soft, feminine voice behind him. The fur on his neck bristled in surprise, but ChickenHound immediately collected his cool. Turning, a curious and fake alarmed expression on his face, he viewed. He cocked his head, a small smile playing on his lips at the wet fox below him. She looked miffed. Well hello hello, what have we here! A lovely little she-fox! A charming smile now took over and ChickenHound delicately leapt down besides her to answer her. "Ill tell you my name if you tell me yours."

His great chocolate eyes sparkled as he looked at her over. Small, but well built and a lovely shade of tan fur, even when wet. She was very pretty. "My name is ChickenHound. Might I asked, how did you get so wet?" The fox circled her, looking at her from all angles, then sitting in front of her. He kept his features cool, calm, and of course, charming. It was hardly and effort. He was totally believable to almost everyone he met, results of plenty of practice.

Then ChickenHound's smile turned to a frown and he shot strait up, running a few paces from the sea. He cursed himself mentally. The waves had reached were he sat, and now his tail was wet! Stiff legged and clearly not pleased ChickenHound shook his hindquarters, trying to shake the water from his tail, looking ridicules. He peered around at his tail and let out a sigh of relief. No mud. Keeping his tail high off the ground ChickenHound walked back to the she-fox, grinning sheepishly. "Well... that wasn't very fun." He wasn't afraid of water, but he wasn't a big fan of surprise icy cold water dousing his butt.

[Spectre]

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[atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/5fnjw6.png] OoC: Another table fail. I seem to be running into a lot of these. Plus, my muse has gone abroad. Illusion watched as the fox’s eyes began drooping, his features suggested he was relaxed. That is, until she had approached. Now he was startled by her sudden presence. He spun around, feigning astonishment as confidence again washed over him like the waves lapping the smooth beach. He grinned at her, displaying a fine set of razor sharp fangs. Deftly, he sprang from his post, kicking up some of the sea spray in the process. As he did so, Illusion took a few involuntary steps back, trying to avoid the water. Finally, he spoke, being as elusive as she was. Clever, she had to acknowledge his ingenuity to demand her name before revealing his. Cautiously, she allowed a slight smile to crease her face, demonstrating the better of her mood. Her beady eyes of onyx glittered with awe as she replied, ”I am neither here before you nor dreamt. I am the whispers you hear, the mist you feel, the Illusion you see…” Here, she drew in a breath and glanced at him expectantly. ”Now tell me who you are,” she commanded, voicing this with a touch of authority. He eyed her curiously before responding. ”ChickenHound,” she repeated, without a trace of incredulity or disbelief. It was rather dully executed, the statement. At this point, her emotions had deserted her as she stood, sopping wet from the extra ocean spray that trickled through her fur. Recovering some of her previous politeness, she said cordially, ”A pleasure to greet you, ChickenHound.” He now inquired to her state of being. Rather dumbly, she glanced at drenched fur, slicked with water. ”Oh, this?” She shook much of the water out, immediately smoothing down the resulting puffs of fur. ”Took a spill in the ponds of the forests,” she replied coolly, eyeing the circling fox with suspicious. He now had a polite smile plastered on his rather beautiful features. Abruptly, that exquisitely groomed face held a grimace and he swept past her, furiously shaking an equally soaked tail. Illusion instantly retreated as a fresh volume of water splashed over her pelt. Dismayed, she glimpsed a frantic look in ChickenHound’s eyes. He, too, seemed greatly affected by the mere touch of water. Until he caught sight of her again. Then, he grinned apologetically and murmured some excuses for his behavior. Illusion looked doubtful but acquiesced. ”I should say not,” she commented. ”You fear water?”