Aston the Swamp Wanderer, Size Small (Soft Firmness) Patches swirling and churning like one

swirling and churning like one living entity

you can offer years of your life to them in exchange for a wish

painted and dazzling

Fang’s grin was widening with every passing second

Aston the Swamp Wanderer, Size Small (Soft Firmness) Patches swirling and churning like oneHes the kind of presence that you can sense is there, but just barely. Like a whisper of a mist that tickles the hairs on the back of your neck. He only dwells in the kinds of places that any sort of venture there immediately feels like an intrusion. An invasion on something incredibly old, older than the trees, the stones, even the hot breeze that whispers here. The Kudus hooves are thick with black mud, ankles wet with the marsh waters. She whistles