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Post by demonfire on May 31, 2008 21:23:02 GMT -5
It took a bit for Matt to realize that he was being invited for a swim, and even longer for him to make up his mind. He wasn't the best swimmer, but he certainly wasn't the worst either. Noticing that the water wasn't deep and remembering that it would be filtered through his gas mask's magical enhancement, he finally convinced himself to take a dip.
Matt wasn't rushed in the least bit; he took his time unfastening the buttons of his camouflaged top, revealing a built and defined body. He let it lay on the log. Then he untied his boots and slipped them off. Matt let his knife and its sheathe on his hip; they were waterproof and stainless, so removing them wasn't that necessary.
He approached the water's edge, and as if stepping onto solid land he stepped out with one foot, falling in the water up to his chest. Water splashed on the gas mask's visor, so he wiped it off, which only made it become many little droplets smeared across the visor. He kept wiping as if some obsessive need to keep it dry until he gave up.
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Post by Sea on Jun 1, 2008 9:29:35 GMT -5
San barked joyously that he had come in the water, and began to swim about him. Her otter form slid through the water easily, and she didn't make a splash. She dove underwater and began to swim about his legs, before darting downstream. She quickly came back, with a stick in her mouth no less. She dropped it in front of Matt, and it floated there, and she swam about, waiting for him to throw it.
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Post by demonfire on Jun 1, 2008 9:46:19 GMT -5
Matt stared at the stick for a moment, and when he realized that she wanted him to throw it he responded, "I don't do fetch." Another one of his quirks: this one having to do with being called a dog. A wolf was definitely not a dog. Dogs were subspecies, but there were differences: a smaller brain, smaller muscles, and a more domesticated attitude, etc. "It's a choice," he said as if it were being of some political party.
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Post by Sea on Jun 1, 2008 11:20:56 GMT -5
The otter cocked her head to the side, before continueing to swim about. She flipped and somersaulted in a display of 'hydrobatics'. She wanted for him to dunk his own head, not wanting to anger him. She began to gnaw at the stick, floating on her back. Then she dropped the stick, and backflipped back underwater. She always had loved otters, and finally she got to try to be one. It was so much fun. Otters are naturally playful creatures, and San felt the overwhelming desire to play. So she began to chase after fish.
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Post by demonfire on Jun 1, 2008 11:36:49 GMT -5
From the pocket of his soaked camouflaged pants Matt produced a simple ball of metal, a little smaller than a baseball that he dubbed Metallica. Let it drop into the riverbed, in which it began to mold and shift until it was a long, slender snake-like shape that moved along the bottom of the moving water according to Matt's own small hand movements. It slithered up towards the surface as if it were on land, until it eventually made its way to Sanet's otter form. It 'jumped' out of the water and onto San's belly. It seemed to open a mouth as a threat. Well, Matt was playing.
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Post by Sea on Jun 1, 2008 11:47:10 GMT -5
San squeaked happily, an proceeded to lock her jaws gently around its head. She began to barrel roll, apparently wrestling with it. She then let it go, and waited at the bottom. Her brown fur blended in with the mud, and her little bright eyes looked like pebbles on the streambed. She watched it carefully. She was motionless, and she lay in wait like a snapping turtle. Similar to the incredibly large on behind her. She let out a squeal when it bit down on her tail, and she struggled about, but was unable to get free.
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Post by demonfire on Jun 1, 2008 12:07:44 GMT -5
The little snake-like creation of metal-bending collapsed as San bit down on it, becoming a pool of metal atop the water's surface that quickly came back together as a ball when Matt heard San's yelp caused by the snapping turtle. With the resistance from the water, his hand-to-knife time was drastically increased, but he still reached the sheathe nonetheless. He dived underneath the water and found the snapping turtle. Matt extended both his arms to the turtle, grabbed it with one hand, and then cut off the head without a second thought as to the creature's well-being--a casualty of war, the retaliatory strike.
The dead snapper released its grip on San, and Matt quickly dug a bit in the bottom of the stream with his knife and buried the snapper's head in it. He grabbed the shell and remains quickly and brought it above water with himself. He threw the creature on the bank of the river, and dived down once more to collect Metallica. "That'll make some good meat," he said as he looked at the dead snapper on the bank.
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Post by Sea on Jun 1, 2008 12:11:01 GMT -5
San crawled out of the water, and she quickly became human, standing on two legs, no more brown fur, tail thinning down. She looked at her tail sadly, the three inches from the tip of her tail, it had been mangled. It was bloody and tattered, and San set to work washing it off. "**** turtle ***** *** **************," she muttered, along with other interesting vocabulary words that would've made a one-eyed carpenter wince.
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Post by demonfire on Jun 1, 2008 12:33:25 GMT -5
Matt himself climbed out of the bank and grabbed the dead snapper by the tail. He threw some more wood onto the fire, hoping to have it roaring. The lycan grabbed his shirt and with his knife ripped off a piece of the arm. He walked over to San and said, "I got it." He gently picked up her tail out of the water and wrapped the cloth around the mangled end of San's tail. "There ya go. It ought to hold 'till ya get to the Nurse," Matt said.
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Post by Sea on Jun 1, 2008 12:43:30 GMT -5
San touched her tail, before looking at him and smiling. "Thanks, Matt," she said brightly, before sitting down on a log next to the fire. She poked the embers about with a twig, moving the embers about, letting the logs catch fire and roar into flames. "I'll go get more firewood." With that, she darted off into the woods. She looked about the forest. She found a recently felled tree, and began to score out pieces, small logs, with her claws and her skeine. Soon she had an armful of logs, and she lugged them back to camp with conspicious steps. She stopped her heavy footed plodding next to the log she sat on, and placed them next to it, before sitting down. She was almost completely dry now from her movement.
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Post by demonfire on Jun 1, 2008 12:56:00 GMT -5
Matt simply threw the turtle onto the now roaring fire, using the shell as a natural oven to better cook the meat inside. He put his boots back on with tightly tied strings, but left his jacket off. He had packed more in his duffel bag that he had hid on the grounds as he procrastinated getting a dorm room. He sat down on the ground and used the log as a backrest. One of his knees was bent and he rested his arm on it as he awaited his meal. "So," he said.
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Post by Sea on Jun 1, 2008 15:12:51 GMT -5
"So..." San repeated rather blandly. "Whatchya wanna talk about?" She was stretched out on her back, arms folded beneath her head. She quietly stared up at the sky. She didn't look like she was thinking about much. She actually was, however. She was actually missing some one right now. She actually missed several people. Two of them she missed perpetually, and they were Martin and her father. The third person, however, was a new one in the mix, and that was Julius. Why she was thinking about him, she didn't know. She just was. Perhaps she was a little lovesick.
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Post by demonfire on Jun 1, 2008 15:23:00 GMT -5
"I'm not much of a conversation-starter," Matt said. He was horrible at starting the conversation considering he wasn't the best socially. In fact, he might be considered more of a loner than anything nowadays. "And plus, you already seem concentrated on the thoughts in your head," Matt said as he took off his gas mask and cleaned the visor. He seemed to know by how she was speaking; most of the time when you zone out you had other things on your mind.
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Post by Sea on Jun 1, 2008 15:32:10 GMT -5
San nodded, and briefly went back to her daydreams. She looked up at the night sky, before turning her head to look at Matt. "Matt... you know much about constellations?" She had never been good at remembering the names. In fact, she'd always been terrible at it. Martin would have known.. he was into astronomy and that kind of thing. But they'd never been out of New York together.. and in New York you can't see many constellations. In fact, at the time she left New York for the first time, Martin was already one month dead. She shuddered quietly at the thought. When she'd been out on her own, she had always looked at the stars, and imagined that he was watching her, or that he was with her. How foolish she had been. She sighed sadly.
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Post by demonfire on Jun 1, 2008 15:41:07 GMT -5
"The only name that comes t'mind is Lupus," Matt said. He had never seen it, considering that it was a southern constellation, and he couldn't put his finger on where he had heard it, but regardless, it was the only one that stuck in his head. "And I guess that you've caught the blues now, huh? Miss someone or summin'?" he asked her as he put his mask on his shirt. He was dry now from sitting by the fire, and with a stick he pulled out the turtle, which was a little burnt.
He cracked open the shell to reveal the meat. Matt took half out of the shell and held up the rest to San, "Bon appetite."
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