hard to breathe - open; washing up

[rhosmari]

MERRICK - MALE - PHARAOH HOUND

It was hard to breathe. Was it always like this? No, no, that wouldn't make sense. But everything hurt and his throat felt so raw yet he couldn't even stop the next torrent of water from leaving his throat and splattering against the golden sands of the beach he had found himself miraculously on. It took him a longer while still to open his eyes and try to at least focus in on the ground before him, the salt from the water stung and he had to blink a few times before actually gathering any sort of information from his eyes. What had even happened? Where was he? Slowly the pitch colored hound would pull his pointed ears forward, listening to the rustling wind and feeling the cold chill that it caused when it raced across his soaked body. Slowly he dragged himself up, pulling his front legs underneath himself. Damn this trembling and how long had he even been out like this, laying like a lump in some forgettable spit of land? His head ached something terrible and his dark grey eyes narrowed before he forced himself to truly stand up. The amount of effort that took was hell on it's own and he struggled to maintain it before he shook his head.

The last thing he could remember was being on that ship. Then a massive storm came out of nowhere and there was nothing but water everywhere. He had never felt so terrified in his life, trying to fight against nature, the waves pummeling him down like he was nothing. The hound grit his teeth before shaking his head and glancing both up and down both sides of the beach where he could see. He didn't  realize that coming here had changed him. Golden markings now adorning his one upon a time pure black pelt. Upper and lower canines now solidly golden. That was not his prerogative. Especially not when be remembered whom had also been thrown and tossed from that very ship. His head shot up like a whip, eyes narrowing against his pain. Damnit. "Where?" He didn't really care if he was alright. The feline was a disaster walking. A nuisance and yet....shit he knew that he wanted him to be okay. Huffing and forcing himself to have some strength he guessed he needed to look but he didn't have to look far because there was a bucket.

One that was oddly turned upside down. Merrick couldn't help but tilt his head to the side and stare at the metal holder. An instinct telling him, begging him to turn it over and with that notion already putting his body in motion he lifted a paw to push the bucket over only to have his eyes offended by the bright orange fur of the one he had been about to look for. His muzzle crunched up immediately and he felt the need to smash his paw down on his head and squish him. Just a little but he restrained himself, trying not to crack his teeth from grinding them so damn much.

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