Fishblight Mire i’m just tryna get my bands up

There was a creeping feeling of dread as he continued through the mud. Everything had been just fine a moment before, but there was something off about the place now. It felt like something, or someone, was watching him.

Cupid abruptly stopped, ears folded against his skull and lip twitching. There was no way in hell someone was gonna get the jump on him. If they were gonna fight him, they'd have to do it head on.

His head whipped around in every which way until he spotted a dark figure. What the fuck are you looking at? he called.