butterfly knives / o, joining

[FLUX]

One might think that a marsh would take some getting used to. It wasn't exactly an environment known for its cleanliness, for more reason than just the tendency of mud and algae to cling to anything or anyone who stuck their roots there. Marshes were the compost dumps of nature. It was where every stream and river dumped its swill to get filtered and made pretty and acceptable again, leaving all the filth behind in the swamp.

But for Flux this was love at first sight. The dusty grey cougar slunk along the thick roots of the wetland trees, making her way further into the shadowy environment. Swamps, marshes, whatever the name they went by they were gorgeous. It was where all of nature came together and melded into one. Just the thought tickled Flux, brought a wide smile to her lips that she couldn't contain. There was nothing more beautiful than a shared experience.

Unfortunately if Flux wanted to join in any kind of experience, she'd have to find some sentient creatures. Lichen wasn't nearly as fun to talk to. Against her instincts the cougar shook some of the dust from her pelt and stepped into the sunlight. Another creature might preen themselves and pull a silver shine from a dull grey coat, but Flux preferred to blend in. Muted colors made the more fantastic aspects of life shine brighter. Or something.

With a purr, Flux swept her golden gaze across her surroundings before letting out a scream. "Hey! Hey hey hey! Feelin' kinda lonely here, you swamp dudes planning a surprise welcome party or something?"

© LEXASPERATED