The Eastern Bog

This was it--the two now stood at the threshold of the Eastern Bog. Shadecerule and Dark had traversed through the forest without hindrance, but it would no longer be so easy. The mire before them was an immense labyrinth of sludge and unknown hardships... With a mere force of two, their rescue mission seemed to be somewhere between bravery and suicide.


"Ferro, huh..." Shadecerule shifted his weight to one leg, hand on his hip as he peered into the disturbingly shady swamp. "I do hope that we don't leave empty-handed."

The cat tilted his head toward his companion, a wry smile playing over his face. "You ready to go in? I don't think it'll be such a cakewalk from here on out."




~Players

Shadecerule Level: 3 Class: Prey Breed: Feline Profession: Siren Element: Water HP: 95/95 SP: 155/155 Status: Normal

Dark Level: 1 Class: Switch Breed: Avian Profession: Tactician Element: Dark HP: 75/75 SP: 75/75 Status: Normal

Dark tensed his feathers at the mere sight of the swamp, gulping something heavy in his throat as he struggled to respond. After a nervous sigh, he answered, "...Y-Yeah. I'm good to go. If we don't find him before sunset, we need to head back though. Night-time isn't exactly the best time to be in such a place." He looked at the bright sky and breathed in the morning air. A soft wind sent slight shivers over his unclothed body.

The raven attempted to do his best to regain his composure for mustering up any courage he could. "Let's go." He said to the cat, pulling out his staff.

"Hmm... I don't think it particularly makes a difference whether it's day or night in this place." Shadecerule grimaced a little as the bog seemed to grow darker the more he stared at it--but he knew it was just a trick of the eye. At least, that's what he hoped it was.

"Anyway, yeah! Let's be on our way." He flashed a cautious smile as he led the way forward, taking his first steps into the territory of the bog.




~Players

Shadecerule Level: 3 Class: Prey Breed: Feline Profession: Siren Element: Water HP: 95/95 SP: 155/155 Status: Normal

Dark Level: 1 Class: Switch Breed: Avian Profession: Tactician Element: Dark HP: 75/75 SP: 75/75 Status: Normal

"Right..." Dark softly answered with a single nod. Allowing Shade to have a brief head-start, the raven eagerly let him take the lead as Dark followed. Dark watched idly at the adventurous cat in he trailed behind, noting the calm swaying of his tail, the sheathed blade-gloves tightly worn over his forepaws, and the alert ears listening to the swampy ambiance thrumming throughout the biome.

The avian gained a little closure and security knowing the fact he didn't have to go through with this alone. He needed money and a sense of adventure to rile his courage up, and this search party seemed like the best bet to gain the sense of finally "manning-up" which he struggled for.

However, that pounding sense of fear kept beating inside his heart, warning him of the dangers to come. He had heard stories of those who ventured through this very bog. Creatures and critters of shapes and sizes thrived inside this hellish landscape, eager for living and wiggling meat. The avian's only hope was that Shadecerule could protect him and that Ferro wasn't already belly fat.

The black cat bravely trekked forward through the slush, the feet of the two already covered in the slime. Shadecerule was now especially glad that he decided to wear boots for this venture--even though it was probably inevitable, he hated it when he had to scrub grime out from his fur.

"Hmm..." The cat pondered as they walked, half-mumbling. "They didn't really tell us a whole lot about who this Ferro guy is." Shade cautiously stepped over a large, resting log. "We don't know where or what he was researching at the time of his disappearance..." He paused for a moment, glancing about before moving on. "... The only clue we really have is what the guy looks like."




~Players

Shadecerule Level: 3 Class: Prey Breed: Feline Profession: Siren Element: Water HP: 95/95 SP: 155/155 Status: Normal

Dark Level: 1 Class: Switch Breed: Avian Profession: Tactician Element: Dark HP: 75/75 SP: 75/75 Status: Normal

"Well...He went into this place alone, and judging from the picture of this request paper, he doesn't seem like the kind of guy to be able defend himself against a deadly animal. He couldn't of gone too far without any reason." Dark reassured his partner for the trip. The murky water really stuck and collected together in slick webbings across his feathers and scaled thighs. "Should've worn boots like Shade..." The raven regretfully thought to himself.

The swamp appeared to grow darker and darker, as the sounds of crickets and chatters of bugs seemed to die down. That never seemed like a good sign.

The cat quickly held up a hand, motioning Dark to stop. "Wait... I hear something."

Through the eerie silence of the bog, a quiet rustling could be heard. It seemed to be coming from the left...and once that realization was made clear to Shadecerule, a swift, pink blob of something shot out and smacked him in the chest with a wet smack, shoving him to the ground on his back. (Critical, -14 HP) The slimy tendril retracted as a similar but larger one flew out from another direction. This one was clearly aimed at Dark, but it merely clipped his arm. (-3 HP)

The identity of these two objects became clear as their owners hopped out from the brush. The one from the left was short and chubby toad. The one from the right, however, was fairly anthro in appearance--though it didn't seem to be very intelligent. It was some kind of frogish lizard creature, with eyes peering at the pincered pair of companions. But regardless of what they were, they were hungry.


Battle commence!




~Players

Shadecerule Level: 3 Class: Prey Breed: Feline Profession: Siren Element: Water HP: 81/95 SP: 155/155 Status: Normal

Dark Level: 1 Class: Switch Breed: Avian Profession: Tactician Element: Dark HP: 72/75 SP: 75/75 Status: Normal

~Enemies

Chubby Toad Level: 1 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Water HP: 85/85 SP: 65/65 Status: Normal

Frogizard Level: 2 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Wood HP: 120/120 SP: 80/80 Status: Normal

Dark clasped his hand over to his other arm, clutching it tightly from having a couple of feathers being plucked out by the creature's sticky tongue when it had grazed him. The fearing raven took a few steps back as the amphibious monsters reveal themselves through the dense brush of vegatation.

A heavy weight dipped down into his throat as his heartbeats began to vibrate his somewhat trembling body. Dark attempted to horribly clam himself down as his staff tightly groaned from the pressure of the avian's struggling hands. Side-stepping, the raven lent out his hand to help his fallen companion back up, who appeared to have taken a toll wrom the frog's whiplash. Dark knew if they ran immediately, the frogs would simply lash out their tongues to snatch their prey up from behind. Fighting was imminent.

"Urgh..." Shadecerule clasped his ally's hand and lifted himself up. He grimaced and shook himself off, eyeing their predators. "Well, we knew this wouldn't be easy..."

The cat readied himself for combat, fists up and ears alert as they were about to pose off with their foes. "They already have the advantage. We need to strike back now before things get any worse. Rai Don!" He swiftly shot his finger into the air, releasing his spell.


Rai Don (Lvl. 1; Ele. light; Type: drop; S; Sp: 10) [Target: Frogizard]


A bolt of lightning struck the anthro amphibian from above, the crackling energy sending a jolt through its body. (-23 HP) While it seemed to be effective, the creature shook it off and began lumbering toward the duo. It hadn't made another assault yet--while it was already pretty close to them, it seemed like this guy enjoyed his meals close-up. His chubbier ally, however, seemed perfectly content from afar. The stout, not-so-little guy ejected its tongue once again, this time successfully lassoing it around Dark's arm. The tongue was only wrapped around his arm in a half-circle, though; it was the slimy, sticky surface that let the pink muscle hold fast.

Dark felt the tug of the appendage pull him forward, nearly toppling him to the ground... In his current state, Dark would definitely be confined to using basic actions, rather than skills and spells. No doubt, the toad was pulling him in to be dinner...




~Players

Shadecerule Level: 3 Class: Prey Breed: Feline Profession: Siren Element: Water HP: 81/95 SP: 145/155 Status: Normal

Dark Level: 1 Class: Switch Breed: Avian Profession: Tactician Element: Dark HP: 72/75 SP: 75/75 Status: Basic actions only.

~Enemies

Chubby Toad Level: 1 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Water HP: 85/85 SP: 65/65 Status: Normal

Frogizard Level: 2 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Wood HP: 97/120 SP: 80/80 Status: Normal

"Gaah!" The bird cried out as he struggled with the slimy grip around his arm. He lashed his trapped limb out in multiple directions, hoping that it would release him. The pinkish tentacle merely throbbed at his motions, seemingly to get a real joy in its prey's endeavors. Dark began to worry about hitting the tongue with his other fist or staff, which may lead them to also getting stuck.

Suggesting that there was no other way out of this, the raven bites its beak down against the long tongue, hoping for the sharp pain to force its release.

The toad merely flinched at Dark's endeavor; while some pain was certainly inflicted, the slimy, dripping tongue kept a firm grasp. (-8 HP)

Shadecerule's hair stood on end as his comrade became ensnared. Despite the surprisingly speedy advances of the lumbering beast, whose focus seemed to be purely on the cat, he had to do something. Momentarily taking his attention away from his previous target, Shade quickly unleashed a spell at the quivering tongue.


Rue Kruz (Lvl. 1; Ele. water; Type: converge; S; Sp: 10)


A cluster of ice materialized around the midsection of the tongue before striking down, the chilly shards striking into its flesh. (Critical hit, -25 HP) This seemed to send a shock through their amphibious friend, for it made a freakish grunt and quickly retracted its tongue. The whipping speed unlatched its sticky hold on Dark but the force violently pulled the poor bird forward--sending him sprawling into the muck before him. (-6 HP, condition recovered) The hungry beast shuddered and smacked its chops a few times, flicking its tongue about to recover from the jarring cold.

While Shadecerule had been distracted, the frogizard had crept up on him. Feeling large, heavy hands suddenly clench around his waist, everything went dark for the cat as a humid, slimy maw clamped over his head. The beast was significantly taller than either adventurer, allowing this to be an easy feat for him. Suckling and drooling over the cat's head, its heavy breath was so intoxicating that it was hard to handle. (Same effect as poison, -23 HP per turn)




~Players

Shadecerule Level: 3 Class: Prey Breed: Feline Profession: Siren Element: Water HP: 58/95 SP: 140/155 Status: Poisoned

Dark Level: 1 Class: Switch Breed: Avian Profession: Tactician Element: Dark HP: 66/75 SP: 75/75 Status: Normal

~Enemies

Chubby Toad Level: 1 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Water HP: 52/85 SP: 65/65 Status: Normal

Frogizard Level: 2 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Wood HP: 97/120 SP: 80/80 Status: Normal

Dark held his arm, deeply grateful that his feline companion had aided him in his dilemma. However, the brief moment of security barely lasts a moment once the raven discovers Shade being attacked by the other frog-creature! He sees that the cat's head is fully stuffed inside the monster's maw, struggling helplessly to free himself. Although Dark worried about the obese toad a ways off in the distance somewhat, he couldn't help but feel the need to repay Shade by helping him out too.

He lashed out his staff, yelling "Omen!" Omen (Lvl. 1; Ele. dark; Type: Converge; S; SP: 10)

Dark energy surrounded the Frogizard and exploded in a black burst of chaos.

Darkness enveloped the frogizard. One could only imagine what terrors were going on within the cloud as it writhed before exploding outward. (-15 HP) The creature seemed a little shaken but it was still clamped onto the cat's head, who was miraculously unharmed by Dark's spell.

Shadecerule lurched forward as the frogizard was shaken by the attack, finding his head suddenly closer to the slimy gullet of the hungry amphibian. Mewling weakly, he began to panic as sticky drool leaked out around his neck in viscous driblets. He coughed as the warm, musky breath enveloped his senses--he wouldn't last long if this kept up.

Hardly thinking about his actions, he unleashed a spell that shattered right in front of him.

Rue Kruz (Lvl. 1; Ele. water; Type: converge; S; Sp: 10)


The shards of ice exploded just as Dark's spell had, but Shadecerule took some rebound damage this time. (-21 HP to Frogizard, -11 HP to Shadecerule) The hungry frogizard staggered back, his lips retracting momentarily to reveal his prey's slimy neck...but to Shade's dismay, those jaws shlurked right back to where they were before--in fact, even farther. It seemed like the cat was just too tasty to let go. Holding firmly again, the amphibian resumed suckling on him like a fuzzy lollipop.

Their chubbier foe was clearly not content with letting his friend have all the fun tasting their morsels. Dark felt the slobbery embrace of its tongue once again, this time smacking against his leg. The adhesive muscle yanked back and the bird found himself kissing the floor once again... Not only kissing, but grinding! While it was only inches every moment, Dark was being reeled back toward the toad at an alarming rate. (-13 HP) Things were beginning to seem hopeless as he was moving further and further away from his feline companion, who looked more like lunch at this point.




~Players

Shadecerule Level: 3 Class: Prey Breed: Feline Profession: Siren Element: Water HP: 24/95 SP: 130/155 Status: Poisoned

Dark Level: 1 Class: Switch Breed: Avian Profession: Tactician Element: Dark HP: 53/75 SP: 65/75 Status: Normal

~Enemies

Chubby Toad Level: 1 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Water HP: 52/85 SP: 65/65 Status: Normal

Frogizard Level: 2 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Wood HP: 61/120 SP: 80/80 Status: Normal

Dark gagged as the slimy flesh glued itself to his calve and retracted back. Mud smothers the raven's body in several portions in the forceful tug, finding the tongue to softly slingshot back into the frog's maw. He looks to his companion, only to discover the Shade was in a worse predicament. The cat had saved him once, and the last thing Dark would do was to abandon his friend.

With one last surge of hope, Dark unleashes yet another shot of black magic towards the Frogizard, however this time, aiming towards its gut instead of its head in hopes of making it gag the cat right back out.

Omen (Lvl. 1; Ele. dark; Type: Converge; S; SP: 10)

A splatter of dark energy pummeled into the gut of the frogizard, seeming to actually have an effect this time. (-19 HP, Critical) With a smooth gagging motion, the frogizard's tongue pushed his prey's face from his sticky mouth.

Thick strands of drool snapped between that maw and the cat's head as he plopped onto the ground, Shadecerule giving a quick yet unsuccessful shake of the head as he tried to rid himself of slobber. He only managed to slather the goo down his chest and back, which made his eyes turn up in mild exasperation. Surrendering to the warm wetness, the cat ignored the urge to groom his fur and turned his attention up. He knew it wouldn't be long before the creature would regain his pose, so he swiftly lifted his paw and laid down a spell.

Rai Don (Lvl. 1; Ele. light; Type: drop; S; Sp: 10)

A bolt of lightning struck down upon his foe, causing the amphibian to stagger backwards. (-23 HP) The electricity danced across its slimy skin, giving Shadecerule the chance to scramble to his feet and dash back toward his ally.

Even though the frogizard was temporarily dazzled, his chubby friend was happily reeling in his meal. Dark was merely a few feet away from that gaping maw, his energy draining as he struggled against that sticky tongue. (-9 HP to Dark)




~Players

Shadecerule Level: 3 Class: Prey Breed: Feline Profession: Siren Element: Water HP: 24/95 SP: 115/155 Status: Normal

Dark Level: 1 Class: Switch Breed: Avian Profession: Tactician Element: Dark HP: 44/75 SP: 55/75 Status: Normal

~Enemies

Chubby Toad Level: 1 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Water HP: 52/85 SP: 65/65 Status: Normal

Frogizard Level: 2 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Wood HP: 19/120 SP: 80/80 Status: Critical

Dark curled a slight grin of satisfaction in seeing his friend escape and come to his rescue. Although, a violent tug reminded him that he needed to save his own hide too! His last endeavor barely had an effect on the slimy tendril before, and magic would continue to drain his body.

Using the best efforts his talons and limbs could provide, the raven wildly kicked his legs out and beat his wing like arms, struggling to escape the powerful tongue's grip.

[Frantic Beat] When an enemy comes near, the Avian wildly flaps its wings and slices its claws through the air. Damage is relative to how close the enemy has come. {SP: 15}

Dark's flailing didn't save him, though it did manage to stall the frog as it tried to wrap its rubbery lips around his kicking legs. (-22 HP) Though, the fact that Dark could feel those lips meant that he was about to fall to a fate that so many before him had. Despite his valiant resistance, the toad's lips managed to smack around his feet...and Dark began to feel a smooth suction pulling him deeper inside, his legs trailing over that squishy, slimy tongue. Up to his waist now, it felt like the frog was literally sucking his energy out of him--though, that may have just been exhaustion from all that squirming and squawking. (-17 HP)

Shadecerule rushed as fast as he could; it was startling how far Dark had been dragged in such a small amount of time. Geez, aren't toads supposed to be slow and lazy or something? Apparently not when it came to filling their bellies.

While it still felt like too long, the cat arrived near his companion in a matter of moments. The toad gave him a scornful glance and clamped harder around his prey. He felt that he should tell his friend something--don't worry, I'll help you, so on and so forth--but he wasn't sure if he could. He was panting pretty heavily and he felt like his body was near giving out on him. Can't let that stop me... Here goes!

The cat's blades loosed from his gloves as soon as he raised his fists, bringing them across the hide of the toad with as much precision and strength as he could muster.

[Triple Slice] Shadecerule draws the blades out of his gloves and gives a few quick slashes. {SP: 15}

Shadecerule's blades were nearly ineffective against the chubby critter, the sharp edges practically sliding off its slimy skin. Only one of them drew blood, but it was a very small amount at that. (-12 HP)

Back in the distance, the frogizard regained its composure and was already hulking toward its escaping meal. It took no aggressive action, yet, but it didn't seem content about losing its tasty lollipop.




~Players

Shadecerule Level: 3 Class: Prey Breed: Feline Profession: Siren Element: Water HP: 24/95 SP: 100/155 Status: Normal

Dark Level: 1 Class: Switch Breed: Avian Profession: Tactician Element: Dark HP: 27/75 SP: 40/75 Status: Normal

~Enemies

Chubby Toad Level: 1 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Water HP: 18/85 SP: 65/65 Status: Normal

Frogizard Level: 2 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Wood HP: 19/120 SP: 80/80 Status: Critical

Dark shuddered at the puckered and tight sphincter he was steadily sliding down into. The tongue had begun to play at his soles and coiled around his legs. The frog's thick maw emitted heat and murky steam around the raven's lower body, forcing the bird to cower in the slimy warmth as his legs struggle within the cavern. Loose flesh clench and tug his wriggling form deeper in. Shade's tactic didn't seem to do much to the toad, however, Dark could see its wavering vision and struggle to eat. Maybe with another good hit, the two could be able to knock the monstrosity out or at least daze it.

Suddenly, the amphibian's immense lips suckle and grind against the bird's waist, unwillingly rousing Dark as globs of saliva splatter his crotch and thighs. "Gra-ahhh-ah..." The involuntary pleasure coursed through his body, draining his energy and yanking him further down.

Before his arms could be trapped within the toad's swallowing maw, Dark gripped his staff tightly into his hands and wailed it against the toad's cranium. He particularly aimed towards its eyes, hoping to stun it for a bit for Shade to finish it off.

The toad's protective lenses flashed over its eyes as Dark wailed down, its eyes merely squishing into its head with each blow. If anything, it mostly just gave the thing an eye-ache. (-8 HP) Shaking off the minor annoyance, the toad kept suckling his prey in deeper like a big, juicy fly... Dark's legs were slipping into its gullet and it wouldn't be too long until he was waist-deep. (-9 HP)

Shadecerule winced as his blades merely slid off the ravenous toad before him. Seemed like he needed more practice, or he just needed to try something else. He decided to go with the second option before his friend found himself beyond those smacking froggy lips. Taking a few steps back, the cat released a carefully-aimed spell that would hopefully be the end of that ravenous thing.

Juk Zot (Lvl. 1; Ele. wood; Type: rise; S; Sp: 10)

Wooden spikes shot up from the earth, jabbing right into the underside of their hungry foe. (-10 HP) That seemed to do the trick--Dark was ejected from the slimy maw of the toad with a wailing croak. It collapsed to the ground, sinking into the swamp a bit as its tongue lolled out, which rested on the drooly legs of Dark.

However, as Shadecerule was backing up, he bumped right into the chest of the frogizard. The two could have sworn they heard the thing chuckle as it clamped its arms around the vulnerable cat in some kind of death-grip. It started gnawing on the back of Shadecerule's head as it squeezed, the poor feline struggling for his life. (-12HP)




~Players

Shadecerule Level: 3 Class: Prey Breed: Feline Profession: Siren Element: Water HP: 12/95 SP: 90/155 Status: Critical

Dark Level: 1 Class: Switch Breed: Avian Profession: Tactician Element: Dark HP: 18/75 SP: 45/75 Status: Normal

~Enemies

Chubby Toad Level: 1 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Water HP: 0/85 SP: 65/65 Status: Suppressed

Frogizard Level: 2 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Wood HP: 19/120 SP: 80/80 Status: Critical

Dark slumped heavily into the murky ground of the bog, sinking in a bit with a groan, yet highly grateful for Shade's efforts. Getting up to his knees, the raven kicked the loose, heavy tongue lazily pressed around his legs. He grumbles in disgust as thick saliva seeps through his scales and feathers. Suddenly, a loud hiss followed by a clamp struck Dark in surprise. He deperately glanced over to his weakened companion, discovering that his feline adventurer was pinned against the other creature's torso once more and being licked over.

Dark growled with intolerant ire. Gripping his wooden staff ever more powerfully, the bird unleashed another wave of his dark magic towards the beast.

Omen (Lvl. 1; Ele. dark; Type: Converge; S; SP: 10)

Dark's spell burst over the frogizard, sending the thing crumbling to the ground with Shadecerule in its grasp. It writhed and squirmed before going still. (-19 HP critical to Frogizard, -8 HP to Shadecerule)

Shadecerule groaned as he pushed the creature's arms off of him, the limbs flopping to the ground with two thunks. The cat held his forehead with a hand as he groggily tried to stand. "Urgh... It's over now, right?" Cautiously staggering away from their fallen enemies, he made his way to stand next to Dark. He fished a bottle out of a satchel at his waist and downed its contents. (+20 HP, -1x [Health Potion])

Feeling a little better, he laid his hand on Dark's shoulder. A greenish light glowed around his hand as a warm feeling spread throughout his friend's body, a wave of refreshment surely washing over him.

Repth (Lvl. 1; Heal 50 HP to one person; SP: 15)




The battle has been won! With the completion of this struggle, experience points, voras, and items have been earned. These will be automatically added to your profile~

:Shadecerule:
60 EXP
30 Voras
1x [Antidote]

:Dark:
95 EXP
30 Voras
1x [Mental Ward]



~Players

Shadecerule Level: 3 Class: Prey Breed: Feline Profession: Siren Element: Water HP: 24/95 SP: 75/155 Status: Normal

Dark Level: 1 Class: Switch Breed: Avian Profession: Tactician Element: Dark HP: 68/75 SP: 35/75 Status: Normal

~Enemies

Chubby Toad Level: 1 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Water HP: 0/85 SP: 65/65 Status: Suppressed

Frogizard Level: 2 Class: Predator Breed: Herptile Element: Wood HP: 0/120 SP: 80/80 Status: Supressed

Dark shuddered after the intense experience he had just experienced, struggling to stand fully up. "Th-thanks..." He muttered with a hint of shock once the cat's spell healed his bruises and energy. To return the favor, the raven casts out his own healing spell, cooing out a magical tune towards Shade.

Song of Hope (Lvl. 1; Heal 50 HP to one person; SP: 15)

In a full stance now, Dark wipes away any to all of the frog's saliva from his drenched legs, struggling against the gooey mass. He glances at Shade, pointing to his own head, "You uh...have a little shmutchz...in your hair." Shade's head and upper body were blanketed in the amphibious creature's dribble too, oddly enough provoking a strange feeling emitting inside of Dark's mind.

Shadecerule was healed for 50 HP! Yay!

The cat smiled bashfully at Dark, feeling all warm and fuzzy after hearing his song. "Heh, y-yeah... Seems like we're both kinda messy here." He swatted away some of the goo off his hair, gently shaking himself to rid his fur of some of the rest. "Well, I suppose we'll have to live with being sticky for now..." He grinned. "I'm just glad we made it through."

"However..." He paused, looking ahead in the direction they were heading. "You think we might be in over our heads? At this rate, we're going to end up missing like that Ferro guy. Though, I want your thoughts before I just drag you out of here." A light-hearted smile returned--he was trying to stay positive despite their murky surroundings.




~Players

Shadecerule Level: 3 Class: Prey Breed: Feline Profession: Siren Element: Water HP: 74/95 SP: 85/155 Status: Normal

Dark Level: 1 Class: Switch Breed: Avian Profession: Tactician Element: Dark HP: 68/75 SP: 25/75 Status: Normal

The feathers on Dark's cheeks ruffled out a bit as he looks off into the menacing darkness shrouding the dense vegetation of the swamp. If his legs weren't so tightened in the murky water, Shade might be able to notice them quaking in fear. The raven sighed out a deep, relentless breath as he managed to keep his calm. "...U-Uhm...I know that uh, things are looking pretty grim for us..."

His grip on his staff burned within his palms while the raven's vision blackened with whatever evil or feral lies inside the horrific terrain, but with a impossibly convenient sense of bravery he continued, "...I think we should move on with the mission. We can't just go back now just because we don't want to fight more monsters. I mean, we're already deep within this swamp already, so I think those encounters are inevitable."

He looks at the cat directly now, straightening his shoulders some to appear tough, (which was terribly done) "I want to finish this. Because once I do, then I know I can overcome anything..."

Thankfully, his blackened feathers concealed his heated blush. "Oh...and uh...thanks for saving me."