Witch's Hut (Basilisk)
Seadragoness
11-15-2020, 10:32 PM
Continuing onwards, deeper into the bog, only seemed to increase the smell of rot. Like overripe plants decomposing in the compost. He breathed slowly from his muzzle, limiting the amount going through his overly sensitive nostrils. He stopped at the sight of unexpectedly large vegetation. As he watched, one such plant snapped over an unsuspecting eagle, mid flight. incredible he knew beyond a doubt that Asla would wish such a plant to grow outside her den. Was there any way to transplant one? Likely not, but the idea had still taken root. He glanced back towards his companion, placing his paw over hers once more. “Careful, now.” he cautioned. It was the first time he had spoken since entering the swamp. His voice seemed to eco off the fog. He frowned, and looked forward once more. Not one to go charging in, he stepped carefully, mindful of where he walked as he attempted to navigate the field of deadly foliage. Wonder carefully |
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