Fall was one of the worst seasons to pass through the swamplands in. Forget the red sun and sky, the starless and moonless nights, or the wailing winds and caving in tunnels, the swamplands were downright scary by themselves. Especially as Summer gave way to Autumn. When the rains would wash through ruts of muck, soddening the ground and bringing all the leaves down to the ground. With the mash of heat rising from the earth and cold falling from the heavens, a thick fog constantly curled and swept through the dense trees. Gnarled branches hung low, always threatening to scratch along her face. Why was she even going through here anyway?
Cursing herself for her foolishness, Lumine surges forward. Her large paws suction to the mud, forcibly pulled away as she continues. Just make it through the swamp. That's all she had to do to be free of this creepy place. Attempting to ignore the constant feeling of being watched, forcing herself not to look over her shoulder every other moment, she nearly leaped into the air when a boof echoed from around a tree.
Stopping in her tracks, on high alert, Lumine searches through the thick fog. Icy blue eyes narrow slightly as her ears perk up, listening closely to the thud of paws against mud and rock. Her tongue seeks out to sweep across her nose, a moment to relief stress even though the hair along her spine is still standing straight up. Tail curled over her back, teeth peeking out from under her lips in a warning before she speaks.
"Who goes there?" Svelte tones of deep femininity break the creaking of tree branches and send birds fluttering to the sky.
