don't eat the yellow snow

Mortis · 05-20-2020, 04:55 PM

Man he was cold, and Malalia wasn’t playing the game like he wanted her to. He needed her to get out of the way, so he could sneak back to the tree without even encountaring her. If he managed to wash off the mud quick as could be, and just say the water was from crossing.. She would never know his trick.

The thought of his victory as the only thing keeping him in the water. At least the mud was starting to feel like an insulation, taking away some of the bite of the cold. Or perhaps he was just losing feeling in his body…

He was about to pull himself free, and risk crossing paths with her, when her snout suddenly appeared in front of him, and bopped him. He howled his displeasure, tearing himself free of the mud with effort. Dripping, brown, soggy and in utter disarray, the boy freed himself with a ‘plop’ and went catapulting forward at full speed, with the intent of knocking Mal off her feet and covering her in as much mus as possible.

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don't eat the yellow snow

Mort!

Mortis