The water laps at his ankles: cool, it drags his fur in its wake, tugs at his legs, not quite strong enough to set him off balance. It is a pleasant sensation at first, an idle caress, comforting, slowly creeping from his ankles up to his knees as the moon pulls the water out, as he loses time.
Hours pass. The waves tickle against the underside of his belly and he closes his eyes, an image of the moon still standing out starkly against the insides of his eyelids.
Hours pass. Inch by inch, his shoulder scale is overtaken, submerged, the water high enough to take away the weight of the day and make him feel light. Free.
Hours pass. His throat is wet, the highest points of the waves working their way up to tickle against his chin, to smooth across his cheek like a kiss.
It is down to the end. He cracks his eyes a sliver, just in time to see the tide overcome him and draw him under.
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Personality
Highwater is a proper gentleman, well-spoken and courteous almost to a fault. It's possible his treatment of females could be considered a kind of sexism, though that's not his intent. He just believes in treating people well, especially does, and helping them out when he can.
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Pets and Familiars
None.