If death is your friend, let me be your lover

N/A · 06-22-2013, 12:09 AM

It was with a reasonable satisfaction that the fiend marched through the wetlands. The earth was soggy and muddy, and he enjoyed the feel of the slush pressing between his toes as he stepped. Narrow paws pushed easily into the muck, and he giggled as he lifted a forepaw slowly, weighed down by the sticky substance. The mud had caked all over his thin legs by now, but he cared little for appearance or hygiene ? that much was clear. It was squishy and fun, and that was what mattered most. And not only that, but this was probably a good place to find dead things. He could find himself a friend, or a doll. It certainly would be nice to have a new doll. His last one had fallen apart on him, and pieces of it had been stolen by cruel birds. He?d be much more careful with the next, he was sure!

Squishing onward, his haunting blue gaze traced the landscape. Grasses sprung up in plentiful bunches, untouched by winter?s deathly grasp. He reached out to snap at a particularly tall stalk as he trudged along. There were also the occasional pools, where the water had gathered and refused to sink into the earth. Caesar avoided these with care, keeping to his mud. The sky above was faintly dark, not due to the time of day (for there was still quite some daylight left), but because of the hefty clouds that sat above. They smudged the sky with grime, and forced upon the day a dreary atmosphere. It affected Caesar?s mood little to none though, and with a small bounce, he continued on his way.

After a little while of roaming, much to his delight, he spotted another creature, and she him. The hellion?s torn ears perked to her bark, and he offered one back, grinning deviously. Wide eyes shimmered as he bounded closer, mild excitement buzzing in his veins. He studied her curiously, the hollow smile stretched across his face. She was taller than he, as most were, and had a most interesting blue mane. Her eyes were red, the color of lovely, lovely blood. He liked that. ?Has this one come to die?? he chirped his question, completely genuine. He sure hoped so. He?d always wanted a wolf doll, and she?d make for a pretty one. And the swamp was, as noted before, quite the perfect place to die. Alligators and snakes and no doubt countless other vicious predators. The mud was potentially dangerous too, though Caesar was lucky enough to be so light that his chance of sinking in and getting stuck were slim.

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