[PRP] Welcome. [Rot x Caution & Underworld]

[Mennykins]

Thick fog swirls around the ankles of the beasts that wander here, the soft flutter of moths all around, though they cannot be seen. Skeletons of trees, and bones of old in the shallow waters that lap against hooves and paws. In the quiet, damp whispers of the swamp there are voices, speaking softly and all at once. This is a sacred place, a peaceful place...

A soft green glow appears in the mists, the soft sounds of steps in water. A doe emerges, a face marked with a permanent skeletal grin, though her actual expression seems quite somber and stoic. Her eyes are aglow, blinking slowly at the visitors. A moth matching her colors flutters overhead.

For a moment, she says nothing, merely looking the two does over, standing there with her head held high, posture still and perfect.

"...What is it you seek?" She asked, voice holding a smooth timbre, soft and deep despite her rougher exterior.

 

[Huni Pi]

Underworld had thought his arrival at the Bonemarshes to be like all his other journeys: Alone and Unwelcomed. It was unexpected, then, that he found himself traversing with another buck. He had not attempted a conversation, but found the kimeti's proceeded with one all the same, not visibly bothered that the kio rarely answered. It was not unpleasant, Underworld had to admit, and he grew more relaxed with the other buck's presence.

They took turns scouting and keeping watch, until finally, finally they arrived. He'd heard rumors, whispers, gossamer promises of the Mothborn, but it had all been that. Until now.

She emerged, as beautiful as a corpse laid to rest, and it made Underworld's heart beat that much faster. The offering was lowered reverently before the swamp witch, and down on one knee, Underworld answered "I... I seek to be with those who do not revile Death, those who understand and respect those whom Death has embraced."

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Learning was glad for the company. He'd always been much more comfortable and happy in the presence of others. It was chance that on his way to the Bonemarshes, pressing on for the promise of new stories and tales, he met a fellow traveler. Realizing the kio had with him the same collection of things, the kimeti happily sought for his companionship.

He didn't know how long they would be in the swamp until, until... words failed Learning when the swamp witch emerged, and it was only because the kio he was with bowed that he followed suit. The question that was posed seemed to buzz in his ears as his thoughts went silent.

What did he seek? Here, in this place, at this time. Mouth dry, he only managed "To learn and share with those who are in need or want of stories, histories, songs. I seek to speak and to sing when simple words are not enough."

((ooc: aaaaaugh sorry this took forever! The muse sort of, dried up and died on me. Took a while to call it back from beyond. Learning's singing might have been driving it off x.x))

0- Menma -0