Cub of Prideless
Played by Naboo

The swamp, in his imagination a bubbling miasma that concealed crocodiles and oozed poison gas; treacherous, deadly, and not friendly towards children. Though he was not an ordinary child, he was a brave young Faust boy and he was here to conquer his fear the swamp. However a moment came in which his little paw stepped into something slimy and instantly he regretted the decision to explore this place of all possible places. The stench was of dead and decaying trees, burning into his nostrils, pulling his ears backwards slightly as he looked around to plan an escape path. All around him though were wet, mushy leaves that sunk in when he stepped near them, the squishing of mud between his toes about as unpleasant as everything else here. Why had he thought this would be a grand idea? Celadon gaze looked at the dim blue-lit surroundings in the late, near midnight hour, everything beginning to glow in a haunting manner and he felt as if it was closing in around him. His bold face stayed, though inside he was quaking.