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And here he was, again.

Only this time there was a distinct tone of putrid stench curling in his nostrils that he found most offensive, assaulting even and the slop caked around his feet wasn’t something he could have a love affair with either. The weather, drizzling rain that soaked you right through to the bone, simply served its purpose in making this experience all the more oppressive. Hawkspur hoped upon hope that the twits of the Salvaje variety hadn’t made a home in this place, but he honestly wouldn’t put anything past them having been on the receiving end of some of their past endeavours.

Lifting a once-lightly coloured forepaw up in slow motion, his face contorted into that often associated with ick. His brows furrowed all the way down and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as the bottom portion of his jaw skewed the other way. The brown liquid – which appeared to be a mutation of mud – was dripping in big blobs down into a pool of its… relations and he was somewhat repulsed by the fact that he was standing in it.

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WLC! — 100

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It was the eeriness that Hawkspur relished: the hovering mist rolling over the land itself, the becoming silence and the exaggerated noises suddenly screaming out and catching you off-guard. He loved it all. It was just a shame he had to endure this boggy sucky mess to enjoy the haunted-movie setting. But, backtracking to the sounds, deep from the throat of the horizon, barely visible through the drench of dewy rain and the aforementioned mist, came a plaintive voice, hollow and pleading in the very fabric of his tones. With such a barrier to travel through (with the air being quite thick) and the distance the voice was from him, the words themselves where a cryptic message, undecipherable to his audits.

Whilst the endurance of this sticky mess alone had been bemusing to say the least, that creature whose effort as calling out was pitiful at best, had his attention and the Ahtono’e was piqued at what the message delivered actually entailed. Stalking over as best he could and using his refined senses to the best of his ability, which was difficult given the circumstances, a blurry shape eventually came into view, becoming clearer as he closed the distance, somewhat disgustedly, between them.

It became evident the second he drew to a stop not far from the female, but far enough away that he didn’t get his own lovely feet entangled in the suck, exactly why she was calling out. And strangely enough – although not so strange if you knew Hawkspur and his tendency – he began to laugh. It was deep throated maniacal type laugh that had that sinister smile to accompany it. His eyebrows as he spoke with a twisted tone flashed up to complete his evil little-look that suited his face a little too well. "What’s up? You stuck?"

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WLC! — 100

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The Neve'heth male figured that the smile was meant to appeal to his charming chivalrous side and instantly stir him into some kind of heroic action. I'll save you, rush in where angels fear to tread and all that nonsense. Whatever it was meant to do was most likely a distant cry from what it actually did… or what he did in response. It served a purpose to which his eyebrow would arch a little further up in that mastered sardonic way of his and a new chuckle to breed in the feathered heave of his chest.

"Now why would I want to do that?" He breathed mockingly, lowering his paint splattered muzzle toward the ground, tilting it so as to eye her from this new position. Luckily for him the ground on which he had his muddy digits planted, besides being putrid to the senses, was solid aside from the layer of sludge across the top. Air-go, his lovely arrogant self wasn't subjected to any of this getting stuck business his lady friend here was experiencing.

He shuffled forward for a step or two, careful not to throw himself off his solid island as if testing the ground in which he would save her from, before presently lying down and simply smirking at her, much like "Don't you wish you where up here?" "I was terribly bored before I found you flapping about in the mud. So, it’ll be really amusing watching you trying you’re very best to get out again. And really, take your time. I've got all day."

gorgeous set by karm ! <3
WLC! — 100

So paint it black.

I'll make this thread a priority, so we can get it finished in time for the end of MRC. :)

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Perhaps it was sick that the concentrated look of near contempt thrown his way sent a shiver of ecstasy to rollercoaster the length of his spine, in one of those bone-chilling moments that he'd probably always treasure. But at this point in time, it wasn't as if he could muster up enough remnants of a conscience to care. Instead, the terribly relaxed poise of the autumnal patterned boy shifted amongst the vile discoloured liquids of his island, exaggerating every possible feature of his body that could emphasise how comfortable and nice – well, as nice as it could get – it was to be up here.

The roll of her eyes caught his attentions hard and with a slight tilt of his head to denote his unmoveable interest in what she was going to do next, his tail gently swept across the boggy ground behind him. And there it was. Rippling across her muscles was a surge of desperate energy as, like a coiled spring, she sprang from her confines of bog and mud. Yet, where freedom was the notes that her forepaws sang valiantly, spraying the mud forward in hefty droplets to dance of the dirty glass of the terra, her hind paws held fast in the disgusting suck of the swamp.

All her actions earned her was a twitch of his ruddy ears – otherwise he didn't move, not even to flinch – and another chuckle was born, vibrating from behind his leathern lips. "You'll have to do better than that, sweetheart."

gorgeous set by karm ! <3
WLC! — 100

So paint it black.

I think the next round can be the last and finish the thread off, if that's okay? :)

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Her displeasure at his presence was obvious: it rippled from like toxic waves from her steadfast form, only it wasn't choking him (unfortunately) and he shuffled on the edge of his seat, once again purposefully demonstrating how unstuck he was. Charm had set about ignoring him as best she could, as it had been a while since her voice had stung the silence with a contempt that tickled his funny bone given her hilarious position and it began to press in on his preened ears quite naturally. He began to softly coo however, as one would do a pigeon in that belittling manner, simply to see her reaction if nothing else.

Yet, it soon stopped when the dislodging of a hind leg sent a shower of swamp blobs everywhere and in particular on the burnt orange of his once pristine muzzle. "Hey!" He protested quite keenly, jumping to the lengths of his slender legs to his lofty pinnacle, lashing his tail behind his sinewy quarters as he did so. The gesture (however unintentional, but amusing to her!) was not appreciated by the boy in the slightest and he sneered at her, rolling his eyes into the back of his head briefly as if she was the one being immature and not him.

gorgeous set by karm ! <3
WLC! — 100

So paint it black.

Definitely. :D

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Sadly, his little game was to come to quite an abrupt ending and he was to find himself suddenly in the Forbidden Swamp just as bored as he had been before he came across, taunted and teased this unsuspecting female looking for her hero. Well, that would be so, when she decided what she was going to do given her new found freedom. He watched with a conflicting emotions as she pulled her last hind-paw free quite valiantly, proceeding to lift the forepaws from their muddy graves in the process. Hawk wondered in the moments that would pass between them briefly, if she would try to get “revenge” and how well the aftermath of her grounding would work out for him…

She did leap, but away from him, which he found more-or-less disappointing considering the fact that he wanted her to try and get him back. He noticed the stumble on the landing and obvious pain that paw was giving her, but still didn’t feel the smallest smidge of remorse for what he’d done. The trying-to-be-disdainful look was almost laughable—wait, no it wasn’t almost, it was—and with a hefty swish of his plumed tail, he began laughing to himself as he took off in the opposite direction. The Hó’nehe boy had considered going after her, yet had mercifully decided her taunted her enough for the hour: she’d have enough trouble getting home as it was.

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WLC! — 100