Pharaoh-
If there was one thing Pharaoh hated, other than other dragons, fighting, and basically everything about the world, it was swimming. In addition to being a pathetic flier, his swimming skills were even worse. Rift had TRIED to teach him a few times, but his barbed tail wasn't built for swimming and steering, like the crocodile-like tail his seawing pal had. He had nearly drowned a few times, too, but Rift had always been there to pull him out of it. Pharaoh bit his lip, wading into the pool until his nose brushed against the waterfall and the pool was up to the top of his chin. He took a deep breath, feeling like his lungs would explode, then dove under the water. Immediately, he found himself in liquid darkness. He kicked out hard with his back legs, feeling the need for more air as he flailed around frantically. He surfaced again, this time behind the waterfall, but the hole itself was still under the water. He took another deep breath, then dove under again, trying to follow the swirl of bubbles that Snowstorm's tail was leaving behind. The minute he forced himself into the small tunnel, he felt claustrophobic, and his brain was screaming for more air. It was sending off bad signals, and if he didn't get more air soon...