Feel my serpentine
11-01-2013, 10:46 PM
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A slime-soaked shadow slinked through the underbrush of the swamp. All was silent, with the exception of the occasional splash of the water and plop of mud as she walked. Ravage was in a deep part of the swamp; even at her height the murky waters reached her neck. Her nose was kept higher than the surface of the brown liquid to avoid its stench. While she breathed in, Ravage tried to focus on anything other than the stink of marsh, but it was proving somewhat difficult. All of the signature smells were stale and blended with the overcoming gaseousness of the wet environment. For the time being, the shewolf was alone. She had been wandering the swamp all night, and the darkness was beginning to recede. Her yellow eyes glowed skeptically, as if she suspected some hidden enemy of watching her. Her head turned and she stopped; something had moved in a nearby bush, she was sure of it. Her dark mouth lowered and she approached the half-submerged plant. A frog suddenly gave away its hiding place by splashing then retreated to the depths of the marsh. Ravage growled, unsatisfied. She was tired of the mud and had lost patience hours ago. Moving on, Ravage reached a shallow portion of the swamp. Glad to be out of the deep water, the female appreciated the feeling of a more solid surface to tread upon. The sludge dripped off her body in large quantities, falling to the damp earth in loud thuds. The lower part of her was coated in a dark layer of mud, turning sections of brown fur almost black in color. She raised her dripping tail and then shook out her coat quickly. |