[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]Ronan wouldn't be surprised if he had acquired hydrophobia from his recent death. Drowning wasn't a fun way to go, and he almost had. Water itself was terrifying to the canine, and even more so now. But he knew that he couldn't be in a perpetual state of fear over something so... harmless. What if the need to swim came up again and he couldn't do it? What if he needed to save someone but was rendered useless because he was too afraid to even touch the wet surface of a calm lake?
A shudder ran up Ronan's spine, and he poked hesitantly at the crystalline water infront of him. His four eyes gazed upon the surface uncertainly, and he quickly pulled back with a sharp breath. Fuck. "Fuck this shit. I can't do it. Fuck it. I'm out," he finally angrily muttered, before turning around with a grunt. He didn't walk away, however, instead sitting at the edge with his back to the water, a scowl on his beak and maw.