Lunette Vuesain
I’ve got my love stuck in my head
The black female eclipsed the world around them, until all that existed to her was Moonshadow: the tilt of her ears, the movement of her jaw, the words spilling from them and sharing secrets. They were, Lunette decided, adult secrets, once she yearned for but rarely dared to ask for—but now, they were falling into her lap, and, greedily, she soaked up the information. Like a tiny silver shadow she followed the older female to the lake's edge, and the inky black water lapping against the frozen edges of its hole. All of a sudden, the idea of shoving her head into it was less tempting, but there was no backing out.Once the little lecture was over, and Moonshadow looked to her for some kind of confirmation, Lunette nodded solemnly. Hover of the water. That part of it seemed easy, but it was the catch thing that confounded her. Her keen eyes never left the black form as it drifted onto the ice, and, every sense strained and muscle tense, Lunette watched and waited. The seconds stretched. The world lost its meaning once more.
Then, so suddenly that Lunette jumped, Moonshadow drove her head into the frigid waters and brought it up and out again, a fish secure in her mouth. Fangs punctured scales and pale muscle, and blood stained the water pink as it ran in rivulets down her jaw. Lunette yelped as the water began to spray at her, and backpedaled a bit. Soon the fish was dead and the shower but a memory, and the hard part came: her turn.
"I.. yes. I'm—do you just sort of ..aim for it? Is there some kind of..tactic?" The ice whispered under her paws as she stepped out onto it, her ears tilted back towards Moonshadow. She stared into the dark waters, feeling both excited and ridiculous. At first, she didn't see anything, only the inky, moving waters. It looked cold.
Then.. she began to see through the black layers—the curved movement of a scaly back, as it whisked past just beneath the surface. Lunette caught her breath, and waited. The next time it came, she drove her head into the water, mouth open, but the scaly thing bounced off one of her teeth and disappeared into the darkness. Disappointed, and a bit afraid of the liquid closing in on her head, she pulled her head out with a gasp and nearly fell over backwards. She sprawled into a graceless sit, and vigorously shook her head—trying to prolong it, so she wouldn't have to face disappointment at her failure.