04-16-2021, 04:45 PM
The River is Chem’s favored haunt, always has been, or at least in the last 25 to 30 years it has been. He had raised Kota here, among many other fond memories. Today is hot, so the cold river-water feels perfect on his worn, sore muscles. He’s been travelling a lot lately – not to mention he’s still recovering from his experiences in the eclipse. Something about the putrid poison, obviously something demonic, lingered in him still, slowly leaving his body. He’s been meaning to pay his daughter a visit in Pangea soon, her healing magic is strong, he’s sure it could rid him completely of the clinging effects of the poison. His scar is something nasty still, but it will heal in time. Three jagged claw rakes are scabbed over, blood caking his coat where it cracks and bleeds sometimes. The water also helps soothe the mending wound.
It's been a long day already, he hasn’t slept in 38 hours or something close, which is sort of normal for him; but he’s tired today. He walks along the edge looking for a nice shallow spot with a soft bottom, quiet water to lay in while the sun warms him. It’s something he loves to do. He often naps half submerged, laying his head on a flat rock, or even the riverbank if its close enough.
A figure in the distance makes him pause, she jumps at a fish splash and walks on. Chem’s inclined to follow her, not particularly stealthy but not loud either, walking along far behind. Wherever she chooses to go by the water he comes up close beside her, walking up from behind. His smile is genuine, but a bit too sure, a predatory confidence. “Hello.” his granite voice is just above the sound of tumbling water. He descends down the shallow bank and into the river, taking a long drink after wading in to his knees. He looks back over his shoulder, water dripping down his chin, down his smooth fur on his shoulder. “Beautiful.” he stares at her, looking her over before drawing in a breath, “A beautiful day, isn’t it?” he turns and finds a shallow spot on the side, a perfect laying spot, and plops himself down to lay half in the cold water. He exhales in relief, “Ah,” he looks back over to her, “Much better.” he pauses for just a second, “What’s your name, Snowdrop?” he smirks deviously.
It's been a long day already, he hasn’t slept in 38 hours or something close, which is sort of normal for him; but he’s tired today. He walks along the edge looking for a nice shallow spot with a soft bottom, quiet water to lay in while the sun warms him. It’s something he loves to do. He often naps half submerged, laying his head on a flat rock, or even the riverbank if its close enough.
A figure in the distance makes him pause, she jumps at a fish splash and walks on. Chem’s inclined to follow her, not particularly stealthy but not loud either, walking along far behind. Wherever she chooses to go by the water he comes up close beside her, walking up from behind. His smile is genuine, but a bit too sure, a predatory confidence. “Hello.” his granite voice is just above the sound of tumbling water. He descends down the shallow bank and into the river, taking a long drink after wading in to his knees. He looks back over his shoulder, water dripping down his chin, down his smooth fur on his shoulder. “Beautiful.” he stares at her, looking her over before drawing in a breath, “A beautiful day, isn’t it?” he turns and finds a shallow spot on the side, a perfect laying spot, and plops himself down to lay half in the cold water. He exhales in relief, “Ah,” he looks back over to her, “Much better.” he pauses for just a second, “What’s your name, Snowdrop?” he smirks deviously.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
@[Saccharine] i'm so sorry its a crazy novel haha don't feel pressured to write anything huge, i totally don't care - i just got super into this one XD
