02-06-2021, 12:21 PM
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While bad memories influence his mind just as much as his husband's (especially of that blood soaked place that cracked his head), the true homeland jungle might have been nice. It's just, his driving force to go besides his husband's departure is fairly simple: there weren't any damn aliens in The Pitt. He's going to come to a new world and not find any cool aliens or alien stuff? He thinks not.
The fox trots beside his mate and scratches his scruffy chin at the thought, amethyst eyes narrowing on passing morsels of fleeting ideas that he can't focus fully on for too long. Instead, he's focusing on not sinking. The ground is spongey under his lithe paws, his scarf threatening to dip its edge into every soupy earthy secretion. He's towered over by cypress roots and after the brightness sun they traversed under, his eyes are troubled with adjusting to the darkness of the canopy. He feels clammy and sticky and all over just gross, though he's mostly dry above his elbows. [b]"You know what's not good about this, honey? I've never been in an overgrown puddle before. Not a fan, not a fan."
The tiny fox grimaces, not afraid of bodies of water like his lover, but certainly distasteful of getting dirty. He hikes his scarf up in more wraps around his throat then leaps over the small stream with surprising distance. As Mulder lands, his front paws break through some algae masquerading as dry ground. "Hell. This is hell." He hisses, drawing back his paw like he's been bitten by a snake. Barghest doesn't have to ask him twice to get refuge from this earth sponge. It's the most alien thing he's found here yet in properties, even though he knows its perfectly normal. Mulder shakes his paws dry then clamors up one of hound's wings like a ramp, taking his usual place between his shoulder blades.
On his perch, the autumnal male peers around at the marsh, sclera popping at talk of alligators. He scoffs soft and crawls up to playfully squish his husband's forehead into a roll of wrinkles."You're trying to freak me out now!" The orange, cream, and brown fox slides back down after a few seconds, pressing his cheek to Barghest's neck with a huff. Trench foot, gators- the slime. I'm starting to wonder why we came this way at all. They can keep this place to themselves." It's putrid, he hates it, he wants to go as soon as possible. Once they clear this tangle of trees, Barghest can take off and they can be on their way to some place a lot less green.
"Maybe we can find someone and get directions to a new, less smelly place. We cou-" He interrupts himself with a gasp and practically leaps from Barghest's back into knee high water. He scampers toward some underbrush and, drawing his engagement dagger from his scarf with telekinesis, slices away some vines. Out floats the remnants of an old, rusty soda can. Barely legible, full of grime, certainly just some old garbage yet a treasure to the fox. "Bargh! An artifact!" The fox has seen these precusor alien items in books before but never has he seen one in real life. Previous to their little reality shift, he had a small little museum of rubbish old two-leg artifacts and those took him years to find. Here he's just found out this glubbing around in this godforsaken place!
His entire attitude doing a one-eighty, he looks up at his mate with gleaming twilight eyes. They near sparkle, his fluffy tail swishing around like a motorboat propeller. "What if there's more? Or something strange mystery out in this swamp? A hidden civilization or legendary monsters that only the locals know about?" His imagination is running away with him and in his excitement, he hops up and gives Barghest a big kiss on the cheek. Maybe if they can find some open air, he can check the sky and do a time test or maybe even locate some high ground to monitor the stars. Mulder pulls a notebook from a bag he'd slung over his husband's shoulder, using his pack mule of a mate as a table to furiously scribble down some notes. Snakes, alligators, leeches be damned.
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how could you be what i want to see?・°☆While bad memories influence his mind just as much as his husband's (especially of that blood soaked place that cracked his head), the true homeland jungle might have been nice. It's just, his driving force to go besides his husband's departure is fairly simple: there weren't any damn aliens in The Pitt. He's going to come to a new world and not find any cool aliens or alien stuff? He thinks not.
The fox trots beside his mate and scratches his scruffy chin at the thought, amethyst eyes narrowing on passing morsels of fleeting ideas that he can't focus fully on for too long. Instead, he's focusing on not sinking. The ground is spongey under his lithe paws, his scarf threatening to dip its edge into every soupy earthy secretion. He's towered over by cypress roots and after the brightness sun they traversed under, his eyes are troubled with adjusting to the darkness of the canopy. He feels clammy and sticky and all over just gross, though he's mostly dry above his elbows. [b]"You know what's not good about this, honey? I've never been in an overgrown puddle before. Not a fan, not a fan."
The tiny fox grimaces, not afraid of bodies of water like his lover, but certainly distasteful of getting dirty. He hikes his scarf up in more wraps around his throat then leaps over the small stream with surprising distance. As Mulder lands, his front paws break through some algae masquerading as dry ground. "Hell. This is hell." He hisses, drawing back his paw like he's been bitten by a snake. Barghest doesn't have to ask him twice to get refuge from this earth sponge. It's the most alien thing he's found here yet in properties, even though he knows its perfectly normal. Mulder shakes his paws dry then clamors up one of hound's wings like a ramp, taking his usual place between his shoulder blades.
On his perch, the autumnal male peers around at the marsh, sclera popping at talk of alligators. He scoffs soft and crawls up to playfully squish his husband's forehead into a roll of wrinkles."You're trying to freak me out now!" The orange, cream, and brown fox slides back down after a few seconds, pressing his cheek to Barghest's neck with a huff. Trench foot, gators- the slime. I'm starting to wonder why we came this way at all. They can keep this place to themselves." It's putrid, he hates it, he wants to go as soon as possible. Once they clear this tangle of trees, Barghest can take off and they can be on their way to some place a lot less green.
"Maybe we can find someone and get directions to a new, less smelly place. We cou-" He interrupts himself with a gasp and practically leaps from Barghest's back into knee high water. He scampers toward some underbrush and, drawing his engagement dagger from his scarf with telekinesis, slices away some vines. Out floats the remnants of an old, rusty soda can. Barely legible, full of grime, certainly just some old garbage yet a treasure to the fox. "Bargh! An artifact!" The fox has seen these precusor alien items in books before but never has he seen one in real life. Previous to their little reality shift, he had a small little museum of rubbish old two-leg artifacts and those took him years to find. Here he's just found out this glubbing around in this godforsaken place!
His entire attitude doing a one-eighty, he looks up at his mate with gleaming twilight eyes. They near sparkle, his fluffy tail swishing around like a motorboat propeller. "What if there's more? Or something strange mystery out in this swamp? A hidden civilization or legendary monsters that only the locals know about?" His imagination is running away with him and in his excitement, he hops up and gives Barghest a big kiss on the cheek. Maybe if they can find some open air, he can check the sky and do a time test or maybe even locate some high ground to monitor the stars. Mulder pulls a notebook from a bag he'd slung over his husband's shoulder, using his pack mule of a mate as a table to furiously scribble down some notes. Snakes, alligators, leeches be damned.
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[Size=8pt]mulder reaver ☾ fox ☾ the pitt ☾ 2+ yrs
( sugar honey ice & tea )
[Size=8pt]mulder reaver ☾ fox ☾ the pitt ☾ 2+ yrs