Animal [Open]
02-10-2013, 10:52 AM
~*~ Squelch. Squish. Squelch. Squissssh.....Squelch-Squish-Squish-Sq-Squish. PLOP! Champion chuckled, enjoying her little symphony of marsh sounds. It was quite strange to say the least, - seeing this bear of ivory and gold leaping about like a pup in a morass that could at any moment suck her down into unseen depths. But then Champion had a sense of bravery that bordered on stupidity and a sense of fun that bordered on insanity. She'd discovered this in the past few months since the eruption - months she'd managed to get through just fine despite all that had happened. She didn't mind if she seemed odd. Being sad or disturbed or frightened had never done anyone a lick of good and so she didn't bother with such things. Her aimless wanderings had brought her into this ghoulish place, and rather than turn tail, she'd set about seeing if she could cross it - sticking mainly to the places where ground was either visble, or marked by thick crops of vegetation. She didn't mind that she was going to come out smelling like a dead rat, nor that she was getting her coat splattered with every kind of grime possible. It wasn't like she was out to impress any one with her looks - she had far better talents - and besides, she could take a cleansing swim in the local water sources any time. To her it didn't matter that it was winter. Winter -pssh- this sort of weather was better than summer where she came from. But suddenly she heard another squelch that came after her own. One that was much too big to belong to some stork or bull frog or swamp snake. Champion cocked her head and through the mists was shown a figure of hieght equal to her own, but almost too twisted to be a wolf. She didn't study the body long however, she was too drawn in by eyes so hellish that they drew a smile onto her muzzle. What was this? Some monster of the swamp? As she got a better look, she almost thought it half dead - if not for the way it had pulled itself through the swamp with muscled ease that almost matched her own. Still, it sure looked like death. It even had the grotesque addition of a rat sitting on it's head, probably waiting for the zombie looking creature to just keel over and die. Squish. Squelch. Squish. Champion trotted a few steps closer. "Ho there stranger! You don't look so good! Can I help you? Maybe show you the way out of this swamp?" Sometimes Champion was struck with a mood to help others. But in this case she almost wondered if the best thing she could do would be to put the bone thin creature out of it's misery. Nope, Champion didn't have much qualms about taking a life so long as she thought it was for the best. She came from a culture of soldiers and warfare. Her father had been a fighting giant and died doing what he did best long before she was born. Her mother, she'd never met either, but she'd learned her to be just as a strong and fearless. Such genes combined certainly made an interesting result. Champion didn't have any thoughts of retreat or fear - even when struck by those terrible eyes. This place, this creature, it was just another part of her big playground. ~*~ ~I?m now becoming my own S.e.l.f.-.f.u.l.f.i.l.l.e.d. Prophecy ~ |