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A Daager To The Heart

Bog!



Bog

Loner

age
2 Years
gender
Other
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0
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Small
build
Medium
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87
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The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 11K
08-19-2021, 08:58 AM

As it turned out, Bog was not the strongest swimmer. He didn't have to be, the water in the mangrove wasn't all that deep, nor the current especially strong. Half the time he could let the water carry him wherever he needed to go, and occasionally bump into some roots along the way. Lazy days sometimes involved loosely tucking his legs into his belly and letting the air in his coat keep him buoyant while he followed the mangrove's meandering course. Paddling through the rich blue waters of the eastern sea, on the other hand, took a great deal of effort. Thankfully his broad paws made easy work of cutting through the water in clean strokes, and the endurance built up from nearly a year of hunting and roaming on a daily basis was enough to keep him going. Jynn, to her credit, was flying through the water at what appeared to be a leisurely pace for her. Perhaps he should make himself some stilts to keep up with her.

As the pair emerged from the surf, it became apparent that this was a much stranger place than their last two spots. A pool of crystalline water, algae and moss accumulating around the edges, sat with only the stone walls above the lapping waves. Plodding closer to peer into the depths, he noticed a few small fish had become trapped inside- probably during high tide. Was that a starfish down at the bottom? He found himself drawn into identifying the life that had begun to take over the pool, until Jynn spoke up. "Well, I can't say I was expecting this. But that's one of the fun parts of exploring I guess." she announced, which he bobbed his head in agreement with. He peeled himself away from his investigation to join her on the beach, toes sinking into the blissfully warm sand. "I gotta say, this is the weirdest place I've ever been. " he replied, frowning at the strange stone and glass structure looming at the edge of the beach. The windows had certainly seen better days, wherever the glass still remained was littered with bird shit and sand. He could vaguely make out the shapes of whatever was inside, but it was anyone's guess what it looked like in there. "Where d'ya think this stuff came from?" he asked, gazing up at the tall fae. He hadn't bothered to shake the water out of his coat, it was thin enough that most of it slaked right off as soon as he was free of the waves.

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