It's strange when inspiration and motivation can strike. A gift for a watcher of mine,
\n\t\t\t\t\tfunorcaThis was pretty fun to do as well. I like water and swimming and stuff. Really should do more of it. o-o
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It's not often I go to the beach. I don't live anywhere near a beach so it's only the odd occasion that I get to enjoy the ocean water. But being as dense and... liquidy as I am, I don't float very well, or at all for the most part.
It feels so odd walking along the ocean floor. The current like a heavy breeze, Fish swimming around so casually, so freely while I walk with slow, heavy steps, as if I were moving in slow motion.
The only problem is that I can't quite catch anything to eat while I'm down there. Fish are to aware and just swim away and most aren't even large enough to serve as anything more than a snack, if anything.
The only thing I managed to catch while I've been down there was an Orca. Not a typical one, god that would be fantastic to eat a whole orca. No, I found an anthro. He was just drifting there, swimming near a bush of seaweed, rummaging through it, didn't seem to notice me at all.
The rumbling of my stomach was so intense, but the water seemed to muffle it to silence, I was able to slowly stride up to him, pin his legs and tail together and swallow him up with ease. He didn't struggle much, but he was so slippery and smooth, had to use my teeth to hold him where he was, he could've pulled out at any time.
After packing him away I did find what he was looking for, presumably. A necklace with a large shark tooth on it.
...sorry, what was your question? ... no, I wasn't ignoring you and fantasising about seafood.