03-23-2020, 01:44 AM
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How could he notice eyes upon him when he was having so much fun? He only paused when saltwater flooded his nose, earning a sneeze of seaspray. And yet little deterred him, his fur clinging to a lithe frame once hidden beneath kitten fluff. Instinct aided enough for him to sink tiny claws into the swash, bracing against the slamming wave. Once or twice, his precarious footing slipped and his head dunked beneath the rolling surface, only for him to recover a moment later, spitting water in an arching stream before returning to his follies.
Heedless of the approaching predators, Simon nearly jumped out of his skin when a low rumble sounded behind him, spinning on his heel with his dripping tail puffing up and tufted ears flat on his head again. Two looming strangers facing him -- pale green eyes stretched wide at the sight, gawking and craning his neck until his chin pointed straight up to the sky. "I- I was just playing!" he defended, another wave rising behind and almost sweeping him off his feet. A soft giggle escaped him at this and fear of the larger creatures ebbed away.
The one with funny-looking clouds spewing from his mouth mentioned what others seemed to call his mother, his attention snatched from the tide long enough for him to chirp, "Yeah! I'm Simon!" An ironic name, considering the beach he oh-so happily frolicked on. But having bookworms for parents led to inspiration when the time came for bestowing identities to their suckling newborns. He had been late for the arrival of his siblings, caught in the warmth of his mother and deprived of air until at last the runtish and quivering bundle was pulled into the world by his scruff. Growing older day by day was quite a silly thing and he hardly even noticed it. Maybe one day he would stand as tall as the wolf and the tigon, maybe even taller! Puffing out his chest at the thought, he took a moment to shake his sopping pelt before questioning, "Who are you?"
Heedless of the approaching predators, Simon nearly jumped out of his skin when a low rumble sounded behind him, spinning on his heel with his dripping tail puffing up and tufted ears flat on his head again. Two looming strangers facing him -- pale green eyes stretched wide at the sight, gawking and craning his neck until his chin pointed straight up to the sky. "I- I was just playing!" he defended, another wave rising behind and almost sweeping him off his feet. A soft giggle escaped him at this and fear of the larger creatures ebbed away.
The one with funny-looking clouds spewing from his mouth mentioned what others seemed to call his mother, his attention snatched from the tide long enough for him to chirp, "Yeah! I'm Simon!" An ironic name, considering the beach he oh-so happily frolicked on. But having bookworms for parents led to inspiration when the time came for bestowing identities to their suckling newborns. He had been late for the arrival of his siblings, caught in the warmth of his mother and deprived of air until at last the runtish and quivering bundle was pulled into the world by his scruff. Growing older day by day was quite a silly thing and he hardly even noticed it. Maybe one day he would stand as tall as the wolf and the tigon, maybe even taller! Puffing out his chest at the thought, he took a moment to shake his sopping pelt before questioning, "Who are you?"