NOTHING'S GONNA CHANGE MY WORLD
NOTHING'S GONNA CHANGE MY WORLD
Damascus had once again been in the swamps, likely spying on Yana for at least the third day in a row. He assumed he was hidden when his face was plastered with mud that Dohv had aided him with slapping onto his face in a tactical move at camouflage, only what Damascus did not understand (and apparently, would always fail to not notice,) was that his immeasurable size prevented him from staying hidden at all.
It was when he was almost fast asleep in the water grasses with the croaking of frogs sending him to sleep that he noticed a slighlty familiar woman tottering about the swamp. She looked sad, or at least that was what the young boy observed. Rising from his place in the bog, the vacuum created by the mud he'd settled would only let him go with a loud SLURP - another element of his size that he didn't seem to notice as he charged toward the familiar doe, covered head to toe in smelly swamp mud.
"Lolenteen!" he spoke with a great deal of excitement, nothing visible through the great clumps of mud except the shining white teeth visible through his smile and the sparkling, starry eyes peeking past the gunk. "Do being you swamps in?" he then questioned as a very muddy Govh scampered up his neck, though once he reached his bonded's poll began to slip down his face as though he was on a mud slide.
JAI GURU DEV, OM
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