Drabble: Go with the tide
Birthday Drabble/Drawble Game.
Title: Go with the tide
Author/Artist:sionna_raven
Pairing(s)/Character(s):Padfoot
Rating:PG
Word count/Medium: 300
Summary:A dog swims through the North Sea
Warnings: none
Disclaimer:All rights belong to J.K.Rowling and WB. I'm only playing with the characters and setting for the fun of it.
A/N: Sorry, no sharks or sea monsters. All I can offer are some ruddy seagulls. It's an edited snippet from a longer fic.
You've got to make it, before the tide changes. Once you've gotten away from the rock, go with the tide. The flood will take you to dry land. Tide doesn't matter on the open sea. Try to reach the open during ebb tide. The upcoming flood will be your ally when you think you can't go any further.
The salt bites in my eyes and my nose. I am so thirsty, but I must not drink salt water. My wet fur doesn't keep me warm. It used to repel water in the old days when I was a pup. The girl, Lily made pies and James gave me treats for fetching a stick. They are dead. I must live. I must reach the shore. Their puppy is in danger.
The rat is alive.
I feel something under my paws. The seaweed tries to wrap itself around my legs and pull me down. The seagulls say the water is coming.
Follow the upcoming tide to the shore.
I smell land. The waves are pushing, when I can't push with my legs. The seagulls laugh. They picks at me.
Go away nasty creatures! You won't dare to pick on me on dry land!
I splash and growl to keep it away. A duck! Ducks are nice. and tasty. Ducks mean the shore is near.
If you show me the way, I'll promise never to eat one of you again.
They just float on the waves, ignoring me. I float along, paddling to keep my head over the waters.
You've nearly made it! Don't give up!
My hind legs touch ground. A wave throws me forward, broken shells and rocks. I yelp and swallow water. My legs don't bear me. I smell salt and seaweed and blood. The seagulls pick at me again.
Title: Go with the tide
Author/Artist:sionna_raven
Pairing(s)/Character(s):Padfoot
Rating:PG
Word count/Medium: 300
Summary:A dog swims through the North Sea
Warnings: none
Disclaimer:All rights belong to J.K.Rowling and WB. I'm only playing with the characters and setting for the fun of it.
A/N: Sorry, no sharks or sea monsters. All I can offer are some ruddy seagulls. It's an edited snippet from a longer fic.
You've got to make it, before the tide changes. Once you've gotten away from the rock, go with the tide. The flood will take you to dry land. Tide doesn't matter on the open sea. Try to reach the open during ebb tide. The upcoming flood will be your ally when you think you can't go any further.
The salt bites in my eyes and my nose. I am so thirsty, but I must not drink salt water. My wet fur doesn't keep me warm. It used to repel water in the old days when I was a pup. The girl, Lily made pies and James gave me treats for fetching a stick. They are dead. I must live. I must reach the shore. Their puppy is in danger.
The rat is alive.
I feel something under my paws. The seaweed tries to wrap itself around my legs and pull me down. The seagulls say the water is coming.
Follow the upcoming tide to the shore.
I smell land. The waves are pushing, when I can't push with my legs. The seagulls laugh. They picks at me.
Go away nasty creatures! You won't dare to pick on me on dry land!
I splash and growl to keep it away. A duck! Ducks are nice. and tasty. Ducks mean the shore is near.
If you show me the way, I'll promise never to eat one of you again.
They just float on the waves, ignoring me. I float along, paddling to keep my head over the waters.
You've nearly made it! Don't give up!
My hind legs touch ground. A wave throws me forward, broken shells and rocks. I yelp and swallow water. My legs don't bear me. I smell salt and seaweed and blood. The seagulls pick at me again.