Mort,
Lion of Junior Member
Played by Swan
MortRef

Ahhh, do you smell that? That…pungent, acrid smell? A scent which is so unpleasant, so strong it makes the eyes tear up, the nose twist, the stomach boil. Oh, a mere WHIFF of it could knock over an elephant.

Smells like home.

Mort padded, tail high, across the murky swamplands. A thick, sour fog had fallen, engulfing all who dared traverse this cursed place. Insects buzzed in his ear. To them, he was already a pale, forgotten corpse. So, there he was. Amidst the fluttering of gossamer wings, the distant croaks, the sudden splashes of a wild animal. What a familiar little world, one that could exist in the just the pad of his paw. A perfectly closed circle. Where nothing ever happened…

And yet, things always did. This was not home; this was not that place in which he grew up. Undisturbed. With his only friends being the moss-covered turtles and the trees with faces. Those trees had such FRIENDLY face, not like these ones oh no. That one over there by that assortment of logs was particularly nasty.

The boy went on, a lopsided smile on his face, adventuring deeper into the swamp.

After all, what do monsters have to fear of other monsters?

@Drakon


'Cause lately I've been craving more