DANGEROUS SEAS / HOW TO SAVE A DROWNING VICTIM 101

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    "this was a bad idea - a very, very bad idea."


    what was he even thinking doing something like this? he knew what lurked in that water, all of the dangers residing in its murky depths, and yet here he was, standing in ankle-deep in water with floaties up on his slim arms. ryuusaki was terrified of water, not that anyone else seemed to know, but surely someone might have noticed how he never edged too close to the water's edge or that he's never once gone swimming ever since it got hotter. he's only ever wandered on the beach a comfortable distance away from the reaching water. it was just... whenever he looked at the ocean, a river, a deep pond, he just remembered. he remembered everything. he remembered being pushed underwater and being held there for what seemed like forever, his lungs screaming for air, a fire in his throat, and a hummingbird thrumming frantically in his chest.


    he... didn't like water. not at all. so why was he doing this? why was he standing in the water now, when it's very clear he detested being even near it? it was quite simple really, he wanted to be able to supply his crewmates with information on how to save a drowning victim (to save himself, more like). he knew how to do it, of course, although there never once came an situation where he had to actually save anyone so a majority of the lesson he was teaching was mostly from what he's read in his textbooks.


    ryuusaki shivers as the water laps up at his fur, slicking it to his legs, and he pushes out a shaky sigh. he swallows the thick lump forming in his throat. "h-hey, everyone! i'm going to teach the cartel how to save a drowning victim, so come on over. it's important." god, he hopes someone comes by soon.

    ALL I SEE ARE PROMISES;;


    //low muse! Sorry for the lame tracking post lolol


    Thank goodness the winged lion was tired of the new area, thank goodness he heard. The vampire flicked an ear, narrowing his eyes as he circled over head. Someone had gone swimming? Intresting...whats more interesting, they didnt seem to know how to swim. He sighed, unsure if he wanted to play aling or call this animal out, obviosuly hed help them either way...he wouldnt be a true cartel member if he didnt.


    "Id love to learn." He annouced, hovering over the cat. His vioce came out bland and sarcastic, though his eyes shone with concern.


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    ★ tendrils of icy blades of his upper mane fell over his golden hues as they glittered with interest. He was a ghost in the gang, keeping to the shadows and staying the fuck out of the way. It was best to be useful, but never in the way. Which would explain why he didn't recognize the creature that lingered in the water. The hyaenodon slivered from the shadows he took comfort to. Clicking his jaws together as to remove the access dirt he had accumulated from cleaning his mane . Beneath the sun, his golden jewelry danced beautifully beneath the rays, in unison with the ripples of the water, disturbed by the presence of Ryu. Tilting his head upward, he scored his gaze analytically across the floaties that clung to his crewmates slender arms. "can't help but see the irony with you havin' floaties on ya arms, homie" he piped up, latino accent rolling beautifully from his tongue. As the lipless brute approached the bank, he dipped a paw in. He'd have pulled his lips up in disgust, but, said lips ceased to exist. He instead turned his head towards the approaching lion. Who seemed to be thinking the same thing. "but hell, why not. Teach me something, vato" he shrugged, lowering his rump to the ground and fixating his attention on the Kishu inu with mild fascination.

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