Fishblight Mire Reptile

that's such an honor omgggg :D

merrick chortled, side-stepping the soft plops of swamp dirt that cascaded from the man's body. for a moment it was as if he were the wolf and this stranger some hidden beast that had come up from the mire.
"i traded my eye for better things. haven't missed it yet," merrick purled, nostrils by now accustomed to the fetid stench of both the bog and his companion. a flag of his own plume, the inquisitive glancing once more.
"have you got a name?" the young madman asked softly. this one; he was not sure he had met such an interesting character in his recent forays. single eye glinted with some wordless kin to invitation.