Trying Fate

*Aros* · 12-16-2013, 12:36 PM

Between the damp ground and dense fog, Aros had come to believe that sound was quite muffled here. Every sound that reached his ears seemed a tad distorted, missing the subtle undertones that made them whole. It was beginning to get a bit disorienting, and was putting the stocky male on edge. So it was that when a growl pierced the night, clearer and closer than any he had heard thus far, his heart began to race. Aros whipped around, inadvertently losing his footing and slipping elbow-deep into a pool of icy water.

He yelped in alarm and back-peddled, still trying to find the source of intrusion through the fog. "Who goes?" he called out, deep voice anxious for confrontation, for ambush. "Show yourself, coward!" Aros had, of course, spent the better part of his day thinking on the dangers and mysteries of the the marsh. That whatever lurked in the fog might be anything other than deadly, ill-gotten, or rabid seemed as likely as the sun rising in the west. Aros dug his claws into the sodden soil, bracing himself for whatever was to come.

"Speech," Thoughts,

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