i want the world in my hands ❂ fishing (open)

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DO YOU MIND IF I WILD OUT

AUBERON -- MASC/NONB. -- THE FROSTBLOWN -- SAGE -- MEDIUM DIFFICULTY

His hunger was growing worse by the day, and though he wasn't losing or gaining any weight, it felt like his stomach was gnawing at his backbone. Shaking his head as he patrolled along on another day of an empty stomach, the Sage would look at the waters of the River Pass with a calculating look as his tail swung side to side behind him. Giving it another thought, the Sage stood still before trundling from his path for the water - even he needed a break sometimes.

Splashing into the icy waters, he gave a yip and a curse. Damn his foolish mind. Of course it would be cold as shit - they were in the mountains. Growling to himself as the akhlut waded deeper into the waters, he would use his tail as a rudder to keep himself upright and in the direction he wanted. Feeling th slippery body of a fish against his legs, his eyes sparkeld with mischief. He could do a little hunting, strange and funny as it may be to see them in the river keeping themself in a certain current.

Head ducking under the waves to lock around another fish that made to swim past him, feeling the body catching and fighting the urge to swallow the whole thing, he made a face as he pulled his head above the water with a snort, breaking the fish's spine and making quick end of its life on this plane of existence. Tossing it at the river with an expert throw of his head, he would correct where he was paddling to continue his hunt.

#psychosocial.