Do Your Worst
10-19-2018, 09:44 PM
The fog was cool to the touch and left droplets of moisture on the tips of his fur. It was also palpable; he could feel the weight of it in his lungs as he breathed. Objects loomed through the fog as indistinguishable shapes until they were close enough for him to reach out and touch them, and then their true identity would jump into focus. All in all, if given the chance, Valentine would give the swamp a solid 7/10 rating. Nice spooky vibes, but a little cliche. Valentine was up to his neck in cynical thoughts when the sound of a rapid approach put him on high alert. He turned in the direction of the noise when something with a vaguely wolf-shaped figure leaped at him out of the fog. With the fog obscuring his view, Valentine feared the worst and acted out of instinct. He ducked to his left, his paws scrabbling in the swamp's slick mud, and then lunged to his right towards the leaping figure. The fog was too thick for him to plan with precision, but he hoped to ram his right shoulder into the side of his attacker's neck or their left shoulder. If he could hit them before they'd had a chance to get their footing the other wolf would hopefully be throw off their feet. Meanwhile, his head snaked to his right and his jaws parted as he made a wild grab for control of his attacker's head. If given half the chance he'd shake all the fight out of this sneaky bastard and leave them in the swamp for the alligators to munch on. |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.