Fishblight Mire gold [m]

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armand followed alongside the strongman, slightly behind, ready to leap away at the first tightening of muscles that signalled a threat. as they moved, however, the boy found his eyes drawn to the ochre and red-orange of the dying leaves round them and underfoot, stark against the cheery azure of the sky. what a place this way -- his love would have breathed new life at the colour armand now beheld.
the boy's head came up as the clean clear scent of water came to him, and he marvelled at its expanse. yet he shivered at the sight of his comrade sliding into the lake, his broad shoulders cutting a swathe though its surface. the man spoke, and armand followed, though he did not yet answer. ears thrust forward, the boy dipped his paw into the water and let his tongue dart to taste it, before gritting his teeth and entering the lake after his comrade.
he gasped, auds folding back against his skull, but began to sluice water over his muddy fur, noting in disgust how the muck spread out around him in a n unappealing halo. "armand," he said gently, looking to castiel as his lips trembled with the cold.[/td][/tr][/table]