Ouroboros Spine let me guess, someone stole your sweet-roll

@Damien <3

murgash had originally gone off for marigolds, but true to his nature, was incredibly errant in his errand and before he knew it he had no idea exactly where he was. the coast was a far ways yet, but he could still scent the brine when the wind favored him. he was not overtly pertubed by his loss in bearings; as far as he was concerned, everywhere was murgash-land and he'd make do just fine.

what was bothering him was the complete lack of mother-flipping daisies; it was daisies the atoll wanted, right? murgash had been so excited by the suggestive nature of doe's words that his inward boner had interfered with his hearing. he muttered to himself as he picked his way down a rock-blasted hill, swinging his ugly muzzle to and fro as he searched for the stupid posies. marigolds. whatever infernal name they went by, they were in the way of him getting laid tonight (or so he thought) and he was very, very surly.