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It's body was held by a great pressure, it always stayed at the deepest bottom of the water, always expect when it was raining. There was only two times when it ever came out, when it had to feed, which was far past nearing, and when it poured. The rain kept it alive, it always need the 'wet' and ever fully leaving unless it had to eat. It's large, large, Large body slugged out of the bottom of the water with being grabbed by the sludge and the mug and the grim of the water. It didn't swim or flout up, it just moved up, not with it's mind or by it's body, it more so moved the water up with itself, if you where unlucky enough to be next to it when it happened when it was moving you'd be moved up along with it.

The rain toughed what could be called it's face it did not relax it but sort of calmed it when the rain came. Thick thick rain like a real sheath of fluid. Then suddenly it's eyes opened, nose enlarged and mouth parted, it turned it's 'head' oh so slowly to a direction it known well. Even it could not see through the rain that well, but if you looked through it you'd see nothing but darkness and wet. It was too far away from the house, nearly half a mile away. But it smelt it, and it KNOWN that if it could smell it through the rain that well he was still there. He? No it smelt something else, it smelt a her too, a female. Oh oh oh, lovely lovely. Females where better much better eating, much better targets. It kept trying to smell but smelt no infants, disappointing, they where smaller but even easier for the picking. It's face turned into something new and it slowly moved back into the water that was a sea to it, knowing the time to keep low was now. It's have a meal soon as it wanted. A good meal of woman but if it was lucky, man too.