The distances here were a pain in the ass. And his directions were all messed up.. Otherwise he wouldn't have ended up.. here. Wherever here was. It was so.. full of mushy and he couldn't take it. It stunk of... love. If he could stop breathing right now, he would've done it already. Shivers ran down his spine and the Faust made his way froward slowly. Hesitant steps were placed one after another, head lowered and mismatched eyes scanning the nature around him. He was in deep do-do. Ears glued to the back of his head and lips pulled up in a quiet and annoyed snarl. Tail flicked behind him, as if it would chase away those invisible little hearts that were just as annoying as the four legged pests and the insects. Tongue slid over slightly parted jaws to moisture his snout. His pink colored muscle kept outside of his mouth as he breathed heavily..
Was it getting too hard to breathe already? He could feel something getting stuck in his throat. A quiet cough broke the silence around him as he attempted to clear his throat of the invisible ball that was stuck there. Fug halted and shook his head and fur to get rid of the feeling on his russet fur. His haunches met the dirt beneath him and he huffed out while looking around. Time to figure a way to get out of here.
