scare the monsters out
06-05-2019, 10:13 AM
Muses nodded sympathetically as the diminutive, dark furred yearling explained that she had been just helped out of a similar situation. Her muddied coat stood testament to her previous adventures, which seemed unsurprising given the treacherous terrain. "I've been through wetlands, but this is different." She admitted, both perplexed and embarrassed, for the warmer climate of these lands drastically altered the landscape, and whatever Muses had once found familiar was not completely alien to her. Worse still, she had finally noticed the milky tone to the pixie girl's rose eyes, and realized with a sinking feeling that even a blind wolf could navigate better than she could.
As the heavy-set brown wolf introduced himself and began to launch into a description of the small stone at Eris' behest, Muses started to slowly pull herself from the mud. She was taken aback by how her limbs had been sucked deep into the muck, gripping unrelentingly despite her struggle. The force in which it seemed to hold her hostage, in defiance of her efforts, was alarming, but she was nearly half-way out again, and had yet to lose hope. "I could use a bit of help..." She muttered, struggling to free her paws fully, only mildly irked that the other two had taken a short intermission to discuss the stone.
"It is meaningless." The once-white wolf said flatly, more concentrated on freeing her front right paw with a satisfying suction sound as it was torn from the bog. "I tripped over some roots and fell into the mud. The stone just happened to be right in front of my nose." A bird had likely dropped it just minutes before, "I thought that if I took it, it would make up for my poor luck." She said, gesturing to the ground beneath her with her newly liberated limb. "I'm Muses." The yearling added as an afterthought, before returning to her present task.
As the heavy-set brown wolf introduced himself and began to launch into a description of the small stone at Eris' behest, Muses started to slowly pull herself from the mud. She was taken aback by how her limbs had been sucked deep into the muck, gripping unrelentingly despite her struggle. The force in which it seemed to hold her hostage, in defiance of her efforts, was alarming, but she was nearly half-way out again, and had yet to lose hope. "I could use a bit of help..." She muttered, struggling to free her paws fully, only mildly irked that the other two had taken a short intermission to discuss the stone.
"It is meaningless." The once-white wolf said flatly, more concentrated on freeing her front right paw with a satisfying suction sound as it was torn from the bog. "I tripped over some roots and fell into the mud. The stone just happened to be right in front of my nose." A bird had likely dropped it just minutes before, "I thought that if I took it, it would make up for my poor luck." She said, gesturing to the ground beneath her with her newly liberated limb. "I'm Muses." The yearling added as an afterthought, before returning to her present task.