The bog, it was not what she had remembered it being when she first came to the somewhat mainland. At the time her island home was looking more and more favorable then this brackish, murky land. The chestnut doe had retreated to the farthest edges of the bog where the air was cleaner. Taking a couple deep breaths to clear her lungs of the stink that had surrounded her. Misty looked back at the bog, not further away from home then ever. Well, this wasn't the greatest of ideas she had ever attempted to have. She had hoped to stay as close to the coast line as she could, but the poisons of the bog had forced her more inland. The stink of the bog also coated her like a musk, the black mud caked her legs up to her knees. "Well, that was not a good idea." Misty wheezed slightly as she backed away as the winds shifted to throw more poisoned at in her direction. "Really? You driving me away? Do you wish me gone that badly?"
Not that the bog could answer her as noxious gas bubbled to the surface to explode into the air she left. Seemed that is what it wanted as she turned and headed away from the bog and into a more greener area. She didn't know where she was headed or whom she would be meeting out here. Really, she wanted to get this mud and stink off her coat before she scared everyone else away from her. But then there was the other thing, wouldn't she poison the water with all this? So many questions, never any answers!
Stopping in her tracks, she stood in a patch of long grass, the blades raking against her legs taking off some of the mud that had dried and started to flake. Looking down she soon flopped and rolled in the grass hoping that it would help some of the itch that had started. Misty really could use a bath and scrub against some smooth stones. Rolling back to her still muddied hooves she headed deeper into the forests the outlined the Bog.
WC: 359
