Ziggy yawned as he crept along the shorteline, jumping from rock to rock. He paused to look down into the water. And he tilted his head, kneeling down and dipping his hand in, feeling the water, hmmm, warm enough for a weredragon. He had heard rumors of merpeople and sirens. Oh well, any creature that could enchant a weredragon with such witchcraft as singing or even beautiful; charms must have been truly desperate. He smiled a bit, taking off his shirt, and then dove into the water, he stayed under for a moment before resurfacing. He swam around for a little while, chuckling just a bit, then dove under again. He liked to swim, he had no idea why, but when he was overheated, he liked to go into luke-warm waters to cool off a bit. It was somewhat relaxing. This time when he came up, he reclined on his back and simply floated in the water for a while, then climbed back out of the water, then froze, sniffing the air, he smelled something coming toward him... if it were an enemy, then if he was gonna go down, he'd go down fighting. He braced himself ready to lunge at whatever would come around the corner.
