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[Mystique]

OOC: Sorry its short XD

Why she had gone here, she'd never really know. But she was here all right, and she was not happy, at all. Her stupid wandering wings/legs had taken her way out of her element. Sometimes she didn't bother to care where she was going, and today it had landed in a creepy swamp. Joy, just the thing she loved.

The femme picked her way delicately through the chilled swamp, the cook air nipping at her soft fur, but it really could be felt on the scales across her back, where the fur was less thick or none existent. She also didn't like the quiet serenity, actually it was so damn quiet that it was eerie. Plus there were no animals to harass. Damn it, why'd her legs have to choose such a ugly place to wander into?

[Slavery]

Large paws squished down into the gooping muck as it gurgled and blew bubbles beneath the purple demon. Large, indigo wings remained tucked neatly to his sides, and lengthily tail dragged within the mucky substance, clotting and trapping his feathery fur within its grasps. Slavery was someone who would be easily missed in this dark and dreary area, which was why he loved it so. His dark, cold colours blended quite nicely with the depressing, dark hues of the swamp. Limbs were caked up to his elbows in muck and his fur had begun to become frizzy from the humidity. Large, pointed ears rotated and picked up the same gurgling sound his own footsteps made. The male paused.

Albino-pink eyes shifted around the scene and found the brightly golden image of Mystique. Tongue lolled grutesquely from jowels and the corners of his jaw curled upwards in a horrific smirk. Looks like someone was out to play today. Snickering under his breathe Slavery turned his course and stalked over to the dragonic female. He inhaled heavily, withdrawing and memorizing her scent for later and paused as jaws parted again. "Well, well, looks like you're a bit out of place, pussy cat." He crooned, hissing vocals shrieking out past saliva-strewn canines.

[Mystique]

ewww. She had just stepped in a rather unpleasant pile of mud, well at least she thought it was mud. She growled at it and slowly dragged her paw from the semi-soild's grasp, the processes creating sick sounding squelches. Finally the appendage came free and she walked around it. Okay now this was getting worse. Her fur was now messed up with humidy and mud, and this place was a little creepy without all the sounds of fuzzy animals. At tha point in time she decided it would be good to take out her frustration on the next wolf she saw.

And like magic her wish was granted rather suddenly. From out of the swamp appeared another wolf, he had an unnerving air about him but she didn't care. That and he was heading her way. A smug smile appeared upon her delicate lips and she began to think of a witty retort to bring down the bastards courage. However she was struck speechless as he neared as the smile upon his muddy lips was definitely creepy, perhaps more creepy that the swamp itself.

It turned out that he was the first to speak. He was revolting, covered in mud, and, god forbid she ever did, drooling. A look of repulse flicked across her pretty features. And pussy cat? The nerve. She was pissed, if no a little creeped out by this guy. "And you sir, your drooling. I may be attractive but I do not appreciate that show of interest. she said simply, eying him with extreme dislike. It was pity that the naive girl had yet to be affected by the demons unnerving and deadly air. No she was far too concerned with being pissed off. Mystique had a rude awakening in store for her.