An angry black sky hung low, while large drops of rain harassed the already soaked earth below. Most of the swamp was water; however there were places where the trees grew so thickly together they were only damp. The roaring of the ocean was far behind, and couldn’t be heard over the rain anyways. The smell of salt was still strong. Rivers wound there was through the swamp. Though one wouldn’t notice it considering the whole swamp just looked like one big lake.
Unfortunately for Kahlee, these spots were few and far between. Her legs where sunk into mud, and her fur was matted and itchy. She hadn’t been in the stupid swamp for more than a few hours, and the sound of the ocean was still humming from when she had a ride through Barakka. That was all gone now and she was left alone. Normally this would suit her just fine, but with the rain and the threat of lightning she was really wishing for some warmth and shelter. Nowadays cold had almost no effect on her, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t freeze. It felt like the cold had torn its way through her skin and would now be sitting permanently under her flesh. She wouldn’t turn back now; Kahlee was way too stubborn for that. Instead she would march on and eventually she would make it out of the swamp and onto warmer easier travel.
The rain wasn’t helping her at all, now only was she in fear of being turned around, but she knew that there was an herb somewhere around that could help her later on. Not that she should even be looking for herbs, Kahlee hated that her first instinct after self-preservation was to find plants. It annoyed her to no end that her thoughts stuck mostly to killing those that weren’t human and finding or mixing plants. She wasn’t opposed to killing, especially not the ugly faces of those immortals that walked the earth unnoticed. Faces she could actually see. Whether it be ghouls or gods it didn’t matter, if it was immortal she could see its true face. And most times if it wasn’t natural she could sense it. Most annoyingly of all; without having ever heard of the creatures she knew how to kill it, like it was some sort of instinctual thing. Or maybe something that was etched into her bones.