03-22-2022, 03:33 PM
Normally, Alexei wouldn't traverse the lands where he'd had one of his major panic attacks. And yet, he caught wind, before he'd left for a visit to the plains, of a body of water. Not the ocean, no. He feared he might never get over that. One day, he would have to face his fears. But first, he'd get himself acquainted with the inners of the land he found himself awakened in. Backtracking the way he'd come down the mountains to go back up, he caught wind of the dense, water-like scent in the air. The sun barely reached over the ridges of the mountains, deep within valleys. It did not touch yet. Alexei assumed that midday would be the earliest some crevices would see light. Finding his way through the rolls and jagged ends of the land, he arrived.
The crashing of water was enough to make anyone turn their heads and be alerted of the waterfall that spilled over one of the tall edges of the mountains. And below, laid a vast lake with aquamarine water. For a moment, he was caught in the awe, but quickly gathered himself, steering as clear away from the waterfall as he could. It made him nervous, the lake. But it had been days since he'd had anything but the occasional rabbit and one lucky hunt he'd caught with another wolf. He missed the taste of fish. It didn't feel as heavy on his stomach. And it was a flawless day for fishing. He'd found his way here just after sunrise, and a light drizzle tickled his pelt. It'd bring the fish out because of the air not being so hot yet, nor the sun shining too brightly on the water. So Alexei settled as far away as he could. A nest of trees protected a small portion of water. 'Perfect.' He thought.
The fisherman took a few very careful steps into the water, wading his way in so that he was only ankle deep. It'd taken him a long time, he recalled, in his home before this, to get this comfortable with the water. Alexei waited, a patient man in the art of fishing. It'd been one of his favorite pass times. His father taught him when he was young how to fish out of rivers and lakes. Water born himself, he'd taken to it quickly. A shadow moved underneath the water and he was quick to strike at it, pinning its slippery scales to the algae tainted sand. Then, quickly, his muzzle dived into the water, clutching it as it slapped his face. He quickly tossed it back onto the ground and pounced along with it, raking his claws through the bottom of the fish and letting it die quickly, and making it easier to avoid fish guts. It was smaller sized, maybe good for a snack. Making sure the fish was dead and secure, Lexi made his way back into the shallow water, giving a few more steps forward, letting the rain dampen his fur outside of the shade of the trees.
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The crashing of water was enough to make anyone turn their heads and be alerted of the waterfall that spilled over one of the tall edges of the mountains. And below, laid a vast lake with aquamarine water. For a moment, he was caught in the awe, but quickly gathered himself, steering as clear away from the waterfall as he could. It made him nervous, the lake. But it had been days since he'd had anything but the occasional rabbit and one lucky hunt he'd caught with another wolf. He missed the taste of fish. It didn't feel as heavy on his stomach. And it was a flawless day for fishing. He'd found his way here just after sunrise, and a light drizzle tickled his pelt. It'd bring the fish out because of the air not being so hot yet, nor the sun shining too brightly on the water. So Alexei settled as far away as he could. A nest of trees protected a small portion of water. 'Perfect.' He thought.
The fisherman took a few very careful steps into the water, wading his way in so that he was only ankle deep. It'd taken him a long time, he recalled, in his home before this, to get this comfortable with the water. Alexei waited, a patient man in the art of fishing. It'd been one of his favorite pass times. His father taught him when he was young how to fish out of rivers and lakes. Water born himself, he'd taken to it quickly. A shadow moved underneath the water and he was quick to strike at it, pinning its slippery scales to the algae tainted sand. Then, quickly, his muzzle dived into the water, clutching it as it slapped his face. He quickly tossed it back onto the ground and pounced along with it, raking his claws through the bottom of the fish and letting it die quickly, and making it easier to avoid fish guts. It was smaller sized, maybe good for a snack. Making sure the fish was dead and secure, Lexi made his way back into the shallow water, giving a few more steps forward, letting the rain dampen his fur outside of the shade of the trees.
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