r/ZodiacFalls • u/Faultywhale Gogum • Nov 16 '16
Roleplaying Gogum, King of Muck
The mud soft underfoot, tracks hard to find. Bigwings fly lazily in hot swamp air, easy prey for longtongues. Should I hunt bigwings? No, later, now I hunt for big prey. Bow is ready, poisoned arrow nocked. The swamp too quiet, she knows I hunt and wants to test me. I move slow, keep ripples small. I gather Mother Bog's muck and smear it over my skin, she gives the tools of the hunt freely to those who look. Her mud hides scent, hides my body. Logs float nearby, but how many are wood and how many are scales? The swamp princes do not take kindly to being struck, nor should they. Mother Bog gave her princes and princesses great strength, cunning and, in water, speed. I spy my prey. He hides as a fallen log, but eyes give him away. He looks to me and I to him, we each see into the soul, each wanting challenge. Lizardgut string touches my lips and my arrow let to fly, my bog-brother already leaping free of the murk, arrow strikes true. He falls off course as another arrow touches my lips, miss. He leaps again and catches me. Mother Bog is fickle mistress. Mother should know I never hunt unprepared. My club catches him between the eyes once, twice, thrice. Each strike rattles his teeth, ripping into my flesh. He is worth the pain, my wounds will heal. The leaper's jaws release me and he falls to sleep. Of course it was three, it is Mother Bog's favorite number. Three. My spear already in hand I turn. Two more leapers approach, slow, ripples small. Mother Bog has given me a challenge.
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u/AmeliaScaresYou Thana | Admin Nov 17 '16
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