Cerulean Cape champions of the sun

Indie’s wading continued and only staying in the water up to her buxom chest was pleasing to the dark women. The feeling of sand between her toes was reassuring, while the weightlessness of her buoyancy frightened her somewhat. When a particularly lively rolled past her and her paws left the sanctity of the seabed, it was impossible for Indie’s heart not to skip a beat and for her to suck and hold her breath through locked jaws. The sand was always just mere inches away, but the starlet took no solace in this – as far as Indie was concerned, the ocean easily transformed her into its play thing and had the potential [and right!] to knock her around as it saw fit. Though her thick frame was sinewy and taut and relatively heavy compared to some of her more petite brethren, Indie found the waves could overpowered her strong legs and so she took great heed when dealing with such a force.

When in the face of the constant and methodical ocean, the raconteur’s skills were rendered somewhat useless.

But Indie was not useless that day, as a curious dark shewolf came perusing down the beach. Indie faced out to the ocean, pondering ponderous thoughts when the onyx form was caught by Indie’s gaze.  Indie turned her head and almost immediately her body followed – because was she really Indie if she did not intercept a total stranger and seek an impromptu conversation? The vaudevillian gave a chuff in greeting as she splashed through the receding tide and stood in water ankle deep, her thick pelt releasing its saturation and allowing the water to rejoin the mother ocean below. “Ahoy!” she said next, hoping to draw the stranger in with a greeting all too appropriate for their beachy milieu.