Topaz eyes stare out at the mass of beautiful water stretching before white specked paws. Hazelnut fur waves like whisps of clouds in the gentle breeze. Fluffy hazelnut tail gently moves back and forth back and forth in the soft sands of time. Long pink toungue hangs carelessly out the side of a brown and white speckled snout. The world holds her breath.

Sand flies in all directions as muscular hind legs push off from the ground. The hazelnut and white body is like a whale in the ocean as it cuts through the air towards the mass of water. Topaz eyes grow wide in anticipation and joy. The white specked paws fly across the sand as if adorned with the wings of guardian angels.

Front paws now leave the ground as the muscular hind legs push with great strength once again. The hazelnut wolf seems to be flying through the air. Like a whale leaping from the water for just a split second. Then the figure is gone. Crystal clear water droplets soar through the crisp air free only for a moment from the deapths of the rest of the water. all that is left behind is small riples growing through the momentarily disturbed water where she dissapeared. Once again the world holds her breath.

Along the shore line the waves dance with each other, licking at the sandy shores. Farther up the beaches within the dense tree line the gentle wind whistles lazily through the outstretched branches of the trees. Birds sing and flutter between long, bending branches, singing their beautiful melodies. Nature is at peace.

A slight disturbance in the water. The hazelnut figure shoots up towards the sky as water flies in all directions. The sun shines on her soaked fur making it glow like the sun itself. Her body seems to be surrounded by a holo of light. Droplets of the crystal water set sail through the air once again. Then it is over as the hazelnut wolf walks to a sandbank a ways off the shore, it islike a perfectly sized island. She then walks up onto the sandy little island and shakes the water off her shining fur. Then she sits down and stares out at the water.

"Why do you taunt me so? Why do you mock me, beg me to come and play with you, dance with you, then turn me away?"

The wolf speeks with a silvery voice, liquid like the water as her topaz eyes continue to stare at the mass of water. If only she could share it with someone.

Her white paws flex and relax over and over in the warm, now muddy sand. Every now and then her claws wriggle in the small mound created, the sand moves through her claws, reaching every crevice, big or small. She loves that feeling, in a way it tickles her but it also feels real good. The sands of time runiing through her paws, scratching unreachable scratches in just the right way. Her eyes gleam in joy from the feeling. But this is just a cover as to who she really is, you see, TickTock never liked to show her complete and true self, she always showed a bit of it when she was around others that she didn't quite know but once she was left alone, TickTock would let herself go, just as she was doing now. She was born to the ocean and therefor lives for the water.

TickTock loved the water with all her heart. Everyday she would go swimming, she just couldn't resist. Something about the water just always made her happy, made her feel so free and young. The look of the unbroken surface in the mornings, shining and glinting in the rising sunlight just begging her to jump in. Then the exilerating rush of the cold liquid as it rushes past you, pulsing through every single strand of hair rubbing your every nerve in just the right way, filling you with a feeling of safety and warmth. Then as you dive deeper into the grasp of the liquid paradise with your lungs filled with the air from the world above. You let yourself twist and turn with the flow of each wave of the water. Your eyes open and before you lies a world of pure beauty. The coral, all different colors, a living creature that grows to house other living creatures, and those creatures in return clean the coral. It is a world of peace and such serenity. When you are in that world, if only for a minute there is no wrong in the world we now live in, there are no horrible fights over the smallest of things. There is no yelling, no screaming, all creatures lived to take care of one another. It was just so peacefull. And once you were there, and all sound had gone away leaving the gentle pulsing of the water in your ears, you never wanted to leave.

In TickTock's case the water was not only her good friend, it was her body, her soul. TickTock respected the water with all her heart and in return the water bowed to her. They were like one, strong beating heart working together. When TickTock was in the water she was filled with nothing but pure joy. When they were joined together it was like TickTock was flying with the liquid queen. They were soaring through the emptiness of the universe, side by side for all eternity.

As she had grown up TickTock had been in hormony with the water at all times. Some would look at her, a wolf, dancing ihe water and call her plum crazy but the truth was, she wasn't. It was just who she was and anyone who had a different opinion should just buzz off. TckTock was a socerous, not only in her bond with the water, but in her looks, beauty as some may call it. Lets start with her distinct eyes. Most wolves have an earthen color, but TickTock was different, her eyes oddly enough were a wonderful blast of topaz blue, in the topaz however, there layed a deep blue color, her eyes on their own mirrored the wild of the ocean, the tossing of the untamable waves and within those waves there were secrets only their captor knew and most likely ever will know. The secrets of darkness, and in contrast the secrets of the light. Her head was sleek but strong. It was streemlined, again complimanting her bond with the waters. Her body, streemlined as well. But her body was perhaps next to her eyes the most magnificent part of her. It was built to near perfection, her fur, soft like the foam upon the waves being tossed by the force of the wind. Beneath her faomy fur was the softest skin you could ever behld upon your touch, smoothed by the salt in the waters. Beneath that dreamy skin lied her muscles, with each movement they were her waves, rippling, tossing with her adapting to every change she makes they are tuned to be able to propel their queen through the waters, to carry her over rocky walls that may get in her way as well as the water's. Her tails was the same as her body, soft as the foam. It served as her perfect propeller, steering her through the waters and making sure she doesn't accidently go the wrong way. And last byt not least her paws, the best description for them, her gaurdian angels.