Vulpus Vasum: 00 ♂ | 00 ♀
Post by »KINDLE ♫ on Apr 2, 2014 12:14:47 GMT -6
This place was disgusting. Absolutely revolting if he had to use a better word and yet, he was the one that had made the decision to come here in the first place. Granted, it hadn't been a concious decision, it had been the deer he'd been chasing that had practically made the choice to take a new route into the horrible swamp. It'd been such a healthy and plump animal, ripe for the taking and would have filled him up for days, though sadly the hunt had ended in failure. After taking so much effort to track, find and finally stalk, he'd made the stupid mistake of stepping on a twig, sending the animal off in a fright and the brute had had no choice but to give chase. He'd originally thought that it would be a short run that would easily end in a good meal, but the deer had held more energy than he'd originally thought and put up an almost impressive performance in it's attempt to escape his slavering jaws, springing here and there until they came to the border of the swamp. Whilst Acribus had thought it would stay clear of the horrible place and move back into the forest, it had instead leapt off the path and into the thick mud that was all the swamp seemed to be made out of. Of course, he was not a stupid pup that jumped before he thought and had halted at the partially soft ground on the border of the marsh, watching as his prey struggled to move through the sticky mud before finally succumbing to the earth and sinking in, probably suffocating to death.
It had been quite a task to make it to the area where the animal had met it's demise, but he'd managed it none the less to see if he would be able to recover the animal. It didn't matter what state the outside of it was as long as the precious meat was still untainted. The deer had completely sunk out of site by that time and was no longer anywhere near the surface, meaning that he'd have to reach his own muzzle right under the disgusting mud and feel around for it, which the brute was in no mind to do. Not only would there be a risk of himself falling in but he was sure he'd be stinking of this wretched place for a week at least by just standing here, let alone getting his fur covered with the muck. So, he'd made the smart decision to start picking his way back out of the swamp, praying that he didn't come into contact with any other being in this damned place. If there would be any sort of confrontation, even a simple conversation, this would most definitely be on the bottom of his list of places to meet others.
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