Fancy Foggy walk (event)
Jack
Calico Jack
Raider
Master Fighter (465)
Master Navigator (285)
Marauder
age
3 Years
3 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
90
90
player
Hermes
Hermes
10-26-2022, 10:42 PM
Calico Jack strolls through the forest alongside his best friend, Nico. The adults have been abuzz about strange statues cropping in different places and, when Nico had told him the same thing, Jack had decided they should go see one. The swamp that neighbors this forest usually has a fog that hangs low over the marshy land but, here, this fog seems… unnatural. It thickens the further in they go and a strange sound catches the patchwork pup’s ear.
Nico starts talking and Jack flicks the ear that had heard the noise as he turns his attention to the coyote, their size difference already beginning to become apparent. Nodding at the comment about it being strange, Cal frowns in agreement while pointing a paw to the rotting carcass of deer that lays sprawled at the base of a tree. While the scent is strong, there are no flies that alight on the gleaming red, exposed flesh or buzzing in and out of the creature’s open mouth.
Looking to Nico, Jack’s skin begins to crawl as he says, “Yes the weather is amazing and I swear this place is magical. But that? That seems so strange. I can smell it and I can see it, but why aren’t the flies all over it?” Paw lowers to the earth as they continue to walk, a gleaming set of bones poking up from the earth grins a huge, canine grin at the passing pups. Icy gaze traces the skull as they slowly walk by, allowing Nico to talk before adding in his own sentiments, “Everything about this seems so… at odds with each other. A part of me enjoys it while the other… is completly revolted by it.” Gaze flicks over to his friend to gage his response at his statement.
"Calico Jack"
Nico starts talking and Jack flicks the ear that had heard the noise as he turns his attention to the coyote, their size difference already beginning to become apparent. Nodding at the comment about it being strange, Cal frowns in agreement while pointing a paw to the rotting carcass of deer that lays sprawled at the base of a tree. While the scent is strong, there are no flies that alight on the gleaming red, exposed flesh or buzzing in and out of the creature’s open mouth.
Looking to Nico, Jack’s skin begins to crawl as he says, “Yes the weather is amazing and I swear this place is magical. But that? That seems so strange. I can smell it and I can see it, but why aren’t the flies all over it?” Paw lowers to the earth as they continue to walk, a gleaming set of bones poking up from the earth grins a huge, canine grin at the passing pups. Icy gaze traces the skull as they slowly walk by, allowing Nico to talk before adding in his own sentiments, “Everything about this seems so… at odds with each other. A part of me enjoys it while the other… is completly revolted by it.” Gaze flicks over to his friend to gage his response at his statement.