Totoka River 그 안에 숨겨진 비밀을 알게된 것 같아

Despite being from completely different worlds, Coelacanth and Marbas were perhaps on equal ground in this particular scenario — for the inky ingénue had as little experience with battle as the grayscale and chocolate male had with play. Her tufted ears pinned apologetically against her streamlined skull at the pointed look he bestowed upon her, her own seablue eyes meeting his mahogany stare only briefly before slipping demurely to her feathery paws. Although his strikingly masculine features were etched in lines of amusement, his discomfort was plain; she knew now the sound of his voice and the set of his shoulders in moments of relative good humor — relative indeed, for he was a bit of a prickly creature; but she had already grown quite fond of him! — and she sought to appease him now. If they continued taking turns apologizing to one another, things would never reach a point of comfortable ease — and thus the empathetic halfbreed silently avowed to deny the desire to fawn over and tend to her counterpart.

She gently turned her focus back to the horizon, drawing a breath so deep her sides swelled, then fluttered as ripples danced on the surface of the water she lay half-submerged in. Movement from the russet-eyed wolf caught her attention and she turned her cerulean gaze toward him carefully, moving first her eyes and then the set of her finely-sculpted head — which she cocked curiously to one side, then the other, as he dipped his muzzle beneath the surface. A fine spray of water droplets hit her square in the face. In surprise, she raised herself up on one foreleg, the other curled daintily, poised to dance out of reach, her haunches bunching beneath her still-submerged posterior in coiled readiness — but the shock kept her sitting right where she was.

Was he playing with her? Licking away the water that dripped down her muzzle and snorting away any droplets that attempted to obscure her nostrils, Coelacanth watched as the male — his entire body shot through with bronze light, as though he were made of the sun itself — appeared to be waiting for something. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, she surmised that whatever he was waiting for was internal — something she wouldn’t be able to see or understand herself. He dipped his muzzle again, and this time she rose fully to her paws, water streaming from her hindquarters and torso like calligraphy ink in a rainstorm. Sure enough, he sent another spray of droplets winging in her direction, and she whipped about, attempting to evade them — but she was moments too late. In her surprise at his gesture, she’d lingered too long. Lowering her forequarters, she dipped her muzzle and tossed water in the air, snapping at the drops before they could rejoin the glassy surface from whence they came.

I am fast. Do you see?

Her feathered tail waved as she turned, moving with ease in the water despite her abundance of fur, and used the side of her muzzle like a paddle to send a slightly larger wave of water toward him.