07-01-2018, 01:07 AM
Deep under the surface of the swamp, Morgan could only hear the most distorted form of Vigenere's voice. The alligator snapped at his mask, tearing off part of the top half. Blood entered the water, though thankfully it was just the alligator's at first. The samoyed held back a gasp as he felt water filling his mask, ruining his visibility even more. Another two alligators, attracted to the scent of their neighbor's blood, approached next. The samoyed had to act quick; he curled up and let out all of his breath at once.
The swamp grew redder, its normally green tone turning into an unnatural, mixed brown. Two alligators rose to the surface, unmoving and full of large gouges throughout their bodies. An armorless Morgan blasted out onto the surface with a wave of bloody water, gasping and wheezing for air. His fur was soaked in red, which he hardly had a second to shake off before the final alligator crawled out of the water after him. With a huge gash in its leg, it was limping, but its jaws were still as dangerous as ever.
The samoyed pulled the water around him out into a new set of armor, hobbling toward Vigenere. He took a quick gasp to pull more water from the swamp, using it to form some matching armor around the yellow feline. The dog finally took the horn from his mask, reforming it into a makeshift sword and floating its handle over to his companion. "Vigenere..." He still needed to regain his breath to properly fight the two remaining alligators. Taking in air between each word, he continued, "Right now, I trust you. With my life..."
The swamp grew redder, its normally green tone turning into an unnatural, mixed brown. Two alligators rose to the surface, unmoving and full of large gouges throughout their bodies. An armorless Morgan blasted out onto the surface with a wave of bloody water, gasping and wheezing for air. His fur was soaked in red, which he hardly had a second to shake off before the final alligator crawled out of the water after him. With a huge gash in its leg, it was limping, but its jaws were still as dangerous as ever.
The samoyed pulled the water around him out into a new set of armor, hobbling toward Vigenere. He took a quick gasp to pull more water from the swamp, using it to form some matching armor around the yellow feline. The dog finally took the horn from his mask, reforming it into a makeshift sword and floating its handle over to his companion. "Vigenere..." He still needed to regain his breath to properly fight the two remaining alligators. Taking in air between each word, he continued, "Right now, I trust you. With my life..."