The swamp might not be a place many would wish to call home, but for a certain green coated stallion it was the prefect place for his survival. His coloring and large hooves were prefect for moving and blending into the surroundings. He might not need to hunt and to keep from getting stuck he was almost always on the move. Though he did know where the drier spots were that would allow him to rest his strong body. As he made his way threw the thick swamp his hooves made a fwoop suuke pop sound that was echoed by a faint chiming of chains, almost like the echo of chains. Those and the occasional snort were the only sounds that could be heard as Sumpf Tesa made his way along. His ears flicked listening for any sounds that would signal something a miss. More often than not that sounds was a poor creature that did not know how to navigate the swamps and got stuck.
