Swimming in the Sea (Fish roleplay!)

"Um... no..."

Mask coasted along the sandy floor of the sea, staring about, absolutely silent in her movements. She had been moving for quite some while, finding that her old home lots of miles back had been too overpopulated with shark hunters, so even though she enjoyed tricking humans, she felt that it was getting too crowded. She couldn't move anywhere without being in the shadowy bulk of a hunting ship, or so it seemed. There also seemed that there was less food from where she used to live, so this was better. Rejoicing in the feel of the water rushing through her gills, she swam faster, leaning to and fro, making wiggly patterns in the water. So far she had only seen a few stray fish, and no sharks, especially great whites like her. It was kind of sad, because most of them had been hunted and killed, so there weren't that many left.

Hammer saw the large shark nearby. "Hi." he said.

"Oh, too bad.", Dusk replied, returning to a straight face. These fish don't have a sense of humor..

Mask heard another voice and whipped around, the water swirling around her as she did so. She wasn't used to hearing other voices. She had mostly lead a life by herself, and most other sharks and animals had avoided her. She wasn't that sure how to react, but replied. "Hi." she said simply, swimming around almost as if it were like breathing, and she didn't notice. Actually, it was breathing. Seeing that if she stopped, the water would stop moving around and through her gills, and then she would die.

"It was a joke.", Dusk sighed, "Y'know, funny haha?"

(Can you reply to Hammer? :3 )

"Ugh.", he groaned, "Well, I'm gonna go swim back to my place. Bye." He turned and swam out into the open.

"So... who're you?"

The female white shark stared at Hammer for a moment before deciding to answer. "Mask." she replied, not going into detail. She still had to get used to this place, and needed to get used to the other fish before getting them to know her more, and her telling more of them about herself.

Dusk stopped mid-swim, spotting the two sharks. He felt his blood go cold---well, it was always cold---and his eyes grew wide.

Mask paused as she heard another noise, and turned her head to see a small betta fish staring at them with wide eyes. She wasn't used to the fish really noticing her. They always would run away as soon as they saw her, but this one was staring at her, but with fear. From where she came from, she even had some small fish friends like the fish she saw now. She had never seen them stare at her like this. She turned to Hammer. "What's with him?" she asked, unsure of how to react with the small fish staring at her.

Dusk didn't know what to do, or if he could do anything. He felt absolutely frozen, as if someone had just put him into a block of ice.

Mask frowned, wondering why the heck he was staring at them. He wasn't swimming away at the sight of her, so, trying to be friendly, she moved towards him slightly, trying her best at a smile. "Hi." she grinned.

"Don't hurt me!", he whimpered, seeing the rows of sharp, flesh-ripping teeth she revealed.

Mask frowned again, hiding her teeth. "I... I don't want to eat you right now. I don't eat your kind." she said, reflecting on the one time she had tried betta, and all their fin parts had gotten stuck in her teeth, and stayed there for about a few weeks, bothering her so much. "Er... I guess I can leave..." she mumbled and turned around to Hammer, not knowing how much sharks were supposed to just gobble fish up right then and there in this part of the sea.

"What? You aren't going to eat me?", Dusk asked, surprised.

Mask turned back. "Er... No." she said, thinking for a moment and then couldn't help adding. "Your fins get stuck in my teeth to easily. " she said, and added an extra part in her mind. And betta fish are too cute to be eaten. She knew somehow that that was just not how a shark thought around here, and it would displease the hammerhead greatly.

"Well, Hammer here didn't mind almost ripping off my back fin."

"No!", Dusk screamed, his voice high-pitched and girly. He turned, swimming away fast.

"Dang it." Hammer growled as the fish swam away.

Mask frowned and turned to Hammer. "I've never liked those fish. Too many fins and scales." I mumble and look around, wondering how many other fish there were here that thought I was going to eat them, or at least betta fish.