Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

*Malalia* · (This post was last modified: 05-28-2020, 12:26 AM by Malalia.)

Mal let loose a shuddering laugh when Mortis poked her, making sure that she was real. It wasn't a dream... but some part of her wished that it was. Maybe.... maybe they'd caught something in the mud. Maybe they were just... tired. Sorry explanations they were, for if they were awake, there existed no plausible explanation for what she'd seen. For what they both had witnessed that night.

The feeling of being watched lifted for a moment, though that did nothing to ease her spirits. Especially when Mort repeated the lines from his story. She narrowed her eyes at him -- was he trying to creep her out even more? But, slowly, she lifted her gaze and looked around. It was just too similar to whatever they found themselves in, now.

She blinked into the wind, watching the grass undulate around them. "I'm... I'm sorry," she offered, suddenly, to the air. We can't help you. She let the words skin in. Then, Malalia then turned to Mortis. "Might," was the only word she said, before making their way back, pressing back at Mortis' side.

"Speech"

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