"Naw, Goshdarnit!" A temple fellox snapped, watching as his paws sank speedily into the murky waters below. The fellox sprang out, his paws spraying anything in a direct path behind and infront of him, his stony fur mudded and mussed, his mask stained from its usual steely grey to a sickening browned shade. His glowing eyes flicking back and forth, his breath laboured as he lumbered on.
"Now why'd she have to go an leave me here?" Thor groaned as he began sinking into the seemingly solid ground. He moved quickly, the mud and other...Varietys of green and brown sludge sucking at his feet. A putrid stench of decay wafting into his nostrils, along with more of a variety of stenches. It was a pity that the scenery wasn't as bright.
Yeah, he needed a break from hunting, but he was thinking of something like, on the beach of The Dead Coast, or, a few days in Nabias, not being dropped off, in the middle of a stinking swamp where he could hardly manuvere from one tussock to the other.
By Xai're it smelt bad.
By the purities! He smelt worse!