01-31-2023, 05:48 AM
Stomp. Schlup! Stomp. Schlup! Stomp.
Pause. Dionysus lifted his head, feeling like an elk chased into deep snow. The kind that knew it was doomed by its mistake but who couldn't stop thrashing against nature's trap, flurries swirling around the razor-sharp hooves as the creature tried to fling itself free from the heavy snow and ice's cold cling like the icy fingers of death.
That wasn't Dionysus' fate. No way. Dion wasn't an elk he was...a sea serpent. Graceful, undulating in the depthless blue-black ocean's loving grasp. Nothing could fuck with him in his element-He just wasn't in his element right now. Not to worry, though, because he was nothing if not adaptable. His mother would have accepted nothing less.
A frustrated grunt, and he gave a mighty and flailing attempt to launch himself through the mire, a jump weighed down by the cold mud clinging to his limbs. But, he was partly free, for his front paws' clumsy attempt to get the fuck out of this mess had found somewhat solid, somewhat dry land. Shock, Dionysus dropped his jaw open to give a triumphant laugh, the slight success bolstering his spirits almost instantly. Though, he immediately has to scramble to snatch Rib back up, a whined apology dying in his throat as he collected himself, the familiar weight of the bone in his mouth as grounding as the sigh of the waves on the shore and the scent of brine.
Dion dug his claws in, entirely zeroed in on his bid for freedom from the muck, blissfully unaware he was under observation-If he had been, his behavior would have been much different.
Pause. Dionysus lifted his head, feeling like an elk chased into deep snow. The kind that knew it was doomed by its mistake but who couldn't stop thrashing against nature's trap, flurries swirling around the razor-sharp hooves as the creature tried to fling itself free from the heavy snow and ice's cold cling like the icy fingers of death.
That wasn't Dionysus' fate. No way. Dion wasn't an elk he was...a sea serpent. Graceful, undulating in the depthless blue-black ocean's loving grasp. Nothing could fuck with him in his element-He just wasn't in his element right now. Not to worry, though, because he was nothing if not adaptable. His mother would have accepted nothing less.
A frustrated grunt, and he gave a mighty and flailing attempt to launch himself through the mire, a jump weighed down by the cold mud clinging to his limbs. But, he was partly free, for his front paws' clumsy attempt to get the fuck out of this mess had found somewhat solid, somewhat dry land. Shock, Dionysus dropped his jaw open to give a triumphant laugh, the slight success bolstering his spirits almost instantly. Though, he immediately has to scramble to snatch Rib back up, a whined apology dying in his throat as he collected himself, the familiar weight of the bone in his mouth as grounding as the sigh of the waves on the shore and the scent of brine.
Dion dug his claws in, entirely zeroed in on his bid for freedom from the muck, blissfully unaware he was under observation-If he had been, his behavior would have been much different.