Azure and Alive

[Gunter]

Blue...

Just an endless expanse of smooth, flawless azure. Yet, as smooth as it was, it was alive at the same time, living, breathing, all together, all at once. Actively still, amazing ordinary, quietly boisterous. So many many adjectives that fit so very very well. but one seemed to fit so much better than the others...

Belebt...

A mighty splash destroyed the natural silence of the lake and a clean, smooth, streamlined form cut through the blue expanse like a hot white knife, complete with steam made of oxygen bubbles that surrounded his long torpedo-like body as it slowly sank down through the abyss...

Alive...

The hellhound merely sank slowly for a few moments, as if flying or falling, his eyes closed securely and his small nostrils clamped shut in a peaceful manner...

Belebt freilich...

Then, without warning, long tail snapped straight like a rubber band, twirling about powerfully and flipping the small creature onto his stomach and propelling him through the waters along the lake bed. His narrow form glided along the sandy bottom, skillfully dodging the plantlife that danced around in the gentle current. Rays of light illuminated the silver spikes along the canine's back, as if tracing the outline of the anatomy of his back, every muscle, every delicate strand of hair, every slightly pointed scale, all glowing in the light of the sun that managed to trickle down into the blue...

The Azure...

Alive indeed...

Snapping his fittingly sea green gaze open as suddenly as his tail had come to life, the hound gave a quick glance around, letting the rest of his body go limp so he might float silently in the gentle caressing current. Had he kept up his powerful swimming, a simple glance around would've been a desperate juggling act between the up and down movements needed for him to swim. So, he floated, lay suspended with his legs sprawled and the webbing between his sparingly furred toes extended...

Bläulich...

And what a sight that met his eyes...

Blue...

[Domnopalus]

Three pairs of blank, white, endlessly deep eyes were staring back at the white creature with green eyes from the depths of the blue lake. The creatures seemed oddly reversed in color and species, yet parallel in other ways. The owner of the six eyes was a large, green figure, swampy and adorned with many spikes and pointy things as well along its back, and sported well built legs tapering into hooves though obscured at the moment by seaweed; but its odd appearance was not in the slightest the thing to be concerned about on this beastie. It had the most alarming grin brimming with teeth, which only widened and grew more snakelike upon the sight of the new, white swimming creature.

Bubbles released themselves from the jailbars that were teeth as the beastie's grin widened hungrily. It proceeded to open its mouth to let its tongue fall sinisterly out of its toothy prison. Prey. The horse-reptile lurched forward toward the canine, his mouth widening threateningly.

But Domnopalus was only playing a game--this time. How amusing the beastie thought it was to see especially swimming creatures run away from him, and to chase them and corner them, and do so much as scare the bejeebers out of them before making their acquaintence. The relief in their eyes after finding out that the equine chose to spare them that time was also amusing, along with the potential comrade-ship that often came about. We shall see.

Now, however this game had just begun, of course, and predatorially the swamp beast proceeded to hungrily persue the new creature who had passed him by. Part of the fun was the unpredictability..

(BLAAAHHHHH - it will get better !! XD)

[Gunter]

Too blissfully lost in the wet world around him, the swamp beast went almost entirely unnoticed by the long bodied canine. But the long almost rabbit-like ears that drifted about in the current as it swirled around him were for more than just show. The mere vibrations that came off the sides of the massive horse as the muscles tensed were picked up in the sensitive skin on the bald interior of these oversized apendeges but such vibrations were missed by the hound. He simply was not paying attention...

But the lunge was something he simply could not ignore. Though the swamp beast was still behind him, the hound easily swam out of the horse's path, effortlessly flipping up and over the back before coming to a gentle float once again, somewhere behind the stranger that had lunged at him. But the hound did not more than that, his ears now perked and his gaze watching the odd-looking beastie for any signs of more agression...

In a normal scenario, he'd be hauling ass right then but the peaceful surrounding that made up the lake kept him calm and assertive, allowing the white hound to keep a relatively unfearful composure...

((Wow, that sucked but my mouth hurts soooo bad... and I am so hungry...))

[Domnopalus]

And so this swamp beast tried the trick of elusion. Passing swiftly beneath the rather mesmerized white swimming creature, Domnopalus ducked behind a clump of seaweed below and on the other side of the creature. After a moment, he resumed the chase by springing out of that clump of foliage with enormous force and an enormous grin to match directly at the easily-spotted white creature. He would continue his tireless game until the target decided to make something of it and be clever, or otherwise very stupid.

(ARRGH this sucked XD. Make him go ashore or something or decide to go right at him or something fancy and we'll get on with this XD)

[Gunter]

((I know... I'm so terrible when starting big climactic scenes like this because I can never pick things to do. >.> So, let's have him swim for his life... I guess...))

As the flip evened out, the hellhound was surprised to find himself alone in his swirling world of blue. Bubbles still floated about in a strangely thick foam of sorts but no creatures came to his sea green gaze save a starfish laying on a rock near the lake floor and a few fish off to his right, both of which he was sure were not trying to eat him.

What could possibly have attacked just now? it moved so quick, he didn't get a good view of it and he had no idea where it was at the moment, his gaze darting back and forth nervously, his tendency to overanalyze a situation making him increasingly nervous...

A shark maybe? God forbid... the sharks that inhabit this lake are huge, products of the genetic engineering in much the same way he was. they were lightning quick and clever ambushers, not to mention easily twice his length and much much larger in general. If it was a shark, he'd be chow in no time....

Only one way to get away from a shark that was circling for another attack: swim away while it wasn't looking...

Stricken with a touch of panic at this point, the white hound, once calmly suspended in the water, suddenly spun about in his place, paddling away as fast as his thin legs could propel him. Though his paws were small and his muscles weak, the toes were webbed and his tail was a useful asset, giving him expert control of his movements... which gave the little hound an idea as the vibrations behind him increased.

It was charging again...

Tucking his legs into his sides, the young canine used his powerful tail to suddenly shift directions, swimming like a croc very suddenly toward the surface, his eyes shut tightly as if running out of air...

[Domnopalus]

((I do the same thing. By the way in case you took it the wrong way, I wasn't accusing you by saying "this sucked." I was talking abouy my flimsy 5 lined post XD))

The sensitive black orb-like organs along the beastie's neck and back immediately picked up the change of movement from the target, and in reaction Domnopalus propelled himself straight for the surface, breaking it with his head with much force. The canine now was between him and the shore, so he bolted in the direction of the banks, attempting to herd the white creature onto shore.

Soon his game would be over, and the next stage would begin. He was eager to meet his soon-to-be post-victim, however cold it might act towards him for his threatening game.

As he darted towards shore in somewhat of a zigzag as to keep the creature from changing its mind, a spew of thoughts ran accross his mind. He wondered if this hound had been inducted into the Army, whom he was now advisor to the leader of. He wondered about its past as well, because he knew well that assets of the mutilated beasties' pasts played toward certain strength due to passion in particular areas.

But he focused on the moment for now.

[Gunter]

((Oh it wasn't bad. ^^ I've done worse.... much worse... >.>))

Breaking the surface quickly, the hound's light form was propelled upward by his mighty tail launching him a few feet above the water's surface. Had his plan worked, the creature in question would break surface below him, leaving its head wide open to an aerial assault or its gills exposed to the drying deadly atmosphere. Unfortunately, the strange apparently equine being broke free of the confines of the water a few feet behind him, leaving the white hound's nimble acrobatics a pointless showboating event as he twisted about above the water, only to splash back below the surface like a dolphin might...

But he didn't dare to go too deep. Now that he knew this creature was not a shark, he was more curious about it than afraid of it. Still, he was no idiot and wouldn't dare confront a predator in the water where he was more vulnerable, if a bit faster. So, without much fuss, the white hound swam casually, if rather rushed casual, to the shore, still avoiding any snips and strange assaults from the beast behind...

Without missing a step or breaking stride, he crawled up on the steep banks, stumbling only a bit when the mud slipped beneath his paws for an instant. Once safely in the grasses in the shade of the trees bordering the lake, the young hound whirled defensively, his body crouched but his expression curious, waiting to face whatever the horse-thing had to throw at him...