Water is naturally clamming [open]

[WH [the goat]*]

[no other Demeron puppies in this thread than Riel please. He needs saved D:]

Riel needed to escape, all this bickering, all these harsh words being thrown about the warehouses were driving the pup insane. It dampened his mood, and made him feel even more isolated, indifferent, and really wanting to yell at all the damn dogs to just shut up. Silence, that was what he needed, peaceful and not at all loud silence, some place to rest his hearing and ease out the confusion. Fighting in the warehouses, he couldn’t wrap his mind around why that was done so much, it was stupid, Demeron wouldn’t last long in and if, a war comes. He felt he could do a better leading, get all the other dogs in hand somehow, but he was not sure he could take the burden just yet. Burden it was, there were so many past leaders of the pack, no wonder it was not in much order. He had slipped out of the warehouses swiftly, and yet kept having the odd feeling of being watched. Riel’s head, Riel’s mind, it ached, his wings ached, he came to an unstable and loud landing.

Did bloodline really matter? That question had bothered him so much, it seemed so prized in his great – he thought it was great but was starting to doubt that – and yet he had seen some clumsy idiot who had very powerful daemon parents. The dog could not do anything at all, just sitting there, barking orders, no wonder that dog was in Greed. Riel did not understand if this was the right ways of a pack or not, it was all that he had known, and yet he had a feeling that something better was out there or he could make something better be true within the pack. Riel growled as he stood up, and looked at the water with narrowed eyes. He looked at the reflections of the autumn leaves in the water, fiery colors, they were. It reminded him of that late Judge, that supposed to be great alpha of Demeron who got himself killed by some normal dog. There was irony in that, indeed. No more of this leader and pack thinking, no more of greatness and destines, all he wanted now was to think about something different.

For a moment, he started to not really want to be a son of Roran, the beta of the Demeron, for once he did not want to be pampered and taught great skills. He wanted to be a puppy born within a normal family, without the burdens of family, pack, ranks and all that stuff that made his head really ache. He did not worry about his next fighting lesson and did not think of how exciting it would be soon. But then that stopped abruptly with one thought, ‘That’s impossible and crazy.’ He swiped at the water, and then smiled an outlandish evil smile and jump swiftly in the water. Using his wings to stay afloat and to maneuver, he floated, and listened to his instincts. The water was cold, but he did not care because it felt good. He did not once think how dangerous being out here was, all he was now was being wrapped into the sensation of freedom coming from the water. Water cools and heats slower than most other things, so the water did have some kind of heat to it. A warmth that probably came from earlier today. Closing his eyes, he felt the breeze, and then suddenly felt the bottom was deeper.

The difference of pressure was noticed in the lake, and his wings were growing numb. He ignored it, he had grown a quite resistance to any time of pain because he had these aching wings pretty much all his life. He swam about aimlessly, moving his legs carefully, using his wings as cushions as he did so when he glided in the air. Yet here, Riel felt as if he was going higher than he could at the moment in air, that he was touching the clouds somehow when he was nowhere close. He felt he cold grab the sun’s reflection and bring it home. The sharp sounds of birds clicked him back to reality, and his focus was gone, his instincts seemed to snap and his muscles seemed to suddenly give way from the use. He struggled in the water, and it seemed like he was so far from shore that he was starting to panic. He took in a deep breath, holding his place for a moment, and then his entire backside sank into the water. Flapping his wings in the water, for he was more used to flapping his wings when he had a falling feeling than moving his legs, that’s what flying can do to you.

It was more comforting than falling from air in ways, and in ways it was worse. He felt the water trying to push him down, drag him down to it’s depths, he held his breath and pushed harder towards the shore. Riel was not going to let anyone save him, no, he was not that weak. Pulled down again, and he slowly brought himself up. ‘I’m not weak.’ He told himself, and kept going towards the shore, his head hurting more, the blood rushing. As he held is breath, that kept him up, and yet Riel held it for too long, and a few feet from the shore, he passed out. It was sudden, and the shock of waking up would shake him up more than almost drowning would.