A R R I O
...don't you ever cave in...

"speaking"

Arrio skidded to a stop, her small russet paws sending sand spraying out in front of her. Yes, sand! Regaining an appropriate posture for one who is poised and composed. Yeah, like hell. Wide russet ears were perked forward while her caramel brown eyes had widened with innocent interest - a look like that on Arrio’s face? Well things were about to get crazy. The blue waves were short and choppy, and the water of the large lake was grey, reflecting the foreboding sky. Did Arrio notice this? Did she note the way the mass of water seethed this way and that…? Nope. Heck, she hadn’t even payed much attention to the fact that it was windy.
She hadn’t seen a lake before, only small ponds and shallow rivers; she’d heard of them though, lakes… and the ocean. Well, this wasn’t the ocean but it was the largest body of “not-solid” ground she had ever set eyes on. This, this was a perfect opportunity. Arrio had taken a trip out of her new home, Cold Summers, as it had been growing tantalizingly quiet and her wiry body had needed to move. And now, well how lucky she was - Arrio was going to learn how to swim. Yes, on her own, and yes without any previous knowledge. There might have been hundreds of wolves out, or none, Rio didn’t notice as she trotted, paws shifted and sliding on the sandy shore, towards the rising and falling waves. They licked at the ground, throwing a sheen of shiny moisture to mark its path. The wind tugged and pulled at Arrio’s red fur, her white chest and underbelly already feeling the spray of the water. And, without further ado, Arrio threw herself at the waves as if with a vengeance… an soon she had one. All very comical had it not been for the alarming weight that seemed to want to push her head beneath the surface, or the face full of water that the lake was so kind to give her. Her body thrashed, suspended vertically, even larger splashes were made by her front paws as they smacked through the water. Soon Arrio was gasping for air, her body was in good shape, but this was something else.
Gritty frustration took hold and with a surge of energy, Arrio thrust her hind legs and shoulders, seeking to bring her shoulders out of the water. Painstakingly, her body took an a more horizontal position - swimming got slightly easier, but she was already tiring. It took her a moment longer to figure out how to move left to right. Finally, things were beginning to work… annndd.. she’d just about had enough for one go. Craning her slender neck Rio caught sight of the shore; she’d drifted out farther than she would have thought possible. Kicking out for solid ground, Rio could hear her ragged breathing and when her front paws scraped against sand, an inwardly sigh of relief was all she could muster.
Finding her footing, Arrio laboriously pulled herself out of the water, cursing it all the way - as if for comic effect, she threw a quick glare back and the indifferently shifting water, resentment making her frown. She didn’t go far however, not like a wolf who’d almost drowned. Rather, the russet female sat herself not a foot from the lake, still glaring out to “sea” as if it would help her figure it out. Her form was even smaller wet, looking pitifully small while lines of muscles stood out sharply - on her however, they gave her the look of being underweight… skinny. Drenched, fur pressed to her side, it was clear that she was a very slight wolf. Arrio was itching to go back in; sure, she’d almost drowned but stoping now would be giving up and the concept made Rio feel like retching.
OOC - sorry for the crap post, have fun with it and take it where you want.




She-Wolf
Teen
Cold Summers Iota
*soare*