Fishblight Mire danny, dontcha know
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This place was disgusting.

How had she walked from flat, perfectly good land into such a horrible, reeking place? Her feet stuck in the stinking mud, her fur was caked in the filth and though she drew onward she felt as if she made no progress. Every step was a heaving effort and though she was growing extremely tired, she had not actually gotten anywhere. Soon, she began to pant despite the biting cold of the wet mud in her pelt. It only drew the scent in worse. Now she could taste it. Retching a little, she changed course and sloughed her way toward a down, rotting tree trunk.

It seemed to take her half a lifetime but she soon pulled herself laboriously atop the downed log. It creaked ominously under her weight but it held together as she reclined to her haunches, then down onto her belly, and closed her eyes, working to catch her breath and trying not to think about everything she might be inhaling as she did so.
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danny, dontcha know - by Kipcha - November 21, 2019, 07:23 PM
RE: danny, dontcha know - by Rosencrantz - November 25, 2019, 04:10 PM