past grandmother’s house we go
Verg
The hearty laugh and glimmering eyes of the strange, leather-clad canine were donig a good job of putting him at ease. I neva had none. Well, except dis patch here,” and the man lifted a paw (wrapped in the same tanned hide as the rest of him) to his chest as though there might be some evidence of it that the swamp dweller might find. “But I had my broda wax it.” he said with a dramatic shudder, followed by the next logical conclusion, “I canna stand a hair anywhere.” This was well beyond the expertise of the young adventurer, who only saw naked animals when they were afflicted by mange. Which.. didn't seem to be the case. If it was, it was weird mange, and clearly wasn't affecting the man's mental state in the least. Best to leave it alone, it seemed. He had to make a point to focus on the conversation at hand, when it picked back up. “I did, yeah. Dis confounding maze has me running circles and I tought if imma run in circles I may as well make a game of it, ya know? So how’s about a race t’rough da maze? If ya tink you can keep up wit a hairless dog, dat is…” the small male issued a challenge that the leggy little mud monster wasn't about to pass up. He grinned broadly beneath the eerie mask he wore, taking a few bounding strides closer. "I think ya might find y'self eatin' some powder tryin' to keep up with me." he teased back, stubby tail wriggling excitedly. He dropped himself into a ready stance, joints bending to lower his centre of gravity. If there was going to be a maze, he was going to reach the end way faster than this dog would- he was born and raised in one of nature's most deadly labyrinths, after all. Glancing to his right, he checked to make sure he wasn't about to get called out for cheating if he took off at a dead sprint. Skull lowered parallel with his spine, he couldn't stop himself from smiling like an idiot. So fun, so exciting! "Loser gets their face dunked in the snow!" he announced, only moments before he shouted "Three, two, one, GO!" And took off at a gallop. There were mostly bare branched trees all around, though he found himself skirting the weird mounds of mostly rotten fruit around a few of their trunks. The brambles that seemed to tangle through the grove kept him from moving where he pleased, even dormant and stripped of most leaves. The thorns stuck around, and he was keen to keep whatever fur he had while he travelled south. Bog vs Sunder for Race Round 1/? Age: 1+ year Size: Small Build: Medium Skills: Novice Healer & Advanced Navigator |