There was something foreboding in the air. It reminded Naberius of the feeling he would get standing on the frontline after an extensive and gruesome battle. You could still sense the presence of the dead waging war around you yet they were not there, or they weren’t visible anyway. It was similar here, in the Spectral Marsh, for the deceased that lay below had not died peacefully and were still tied to the world of the living by their desire for revenge. It was eerie and as Naberius crossed the threshold into the swamp he could feel the heaviness of death amongst the mist. Abe’s pillar’s worked a little harder to gain traction in the muck; his crème hued tassel skimmed the surface of the mire and it began to congeal the end in a layer of mud. Unexpectedly Naberius came upon a hidden sink hole in the terrain and he began to descend up to his knees in the earthy sludge. Grunting out of irritation as he struggled to venture forward, Naberius could feel his muscles beginning to strain trying to free himself from the world’s grasp. Abe never underestimated the supremacy of the Earth and now was just another irksome recap as to why.

Finally, after a decent amount of persuasion, Naberius heaved himself from the marsh and onto solid ground. Trying to catch his breath he inhaled deeply, his head hanging low as he did, allowing him to observe the dirt and debris that caked his limbs, underbelly and tail. Though Naberius was a rather handsome brute he was never one to be afraid to get dirty, and even now as he looked at his tarnished flesh he couldn’t help but grin. It felt good to be filthy again, almost as if he’d achieved something. "Fucking disgusting." Abe’s dome shot up at the unforeseen disturbance of a feminine voice. He had fully expected that he was alone, making the presence of another in the area catch him quite by surprise. Turning his skull to the right Naberius spotted a rather intriguingly colored damsel in route of him. She appeared as if she was on a mission inaugurating inside Naberius a strange urge to harass her. Before she could catch sight of him he slithered behind a rather hefty cluster of foliage and waited for her to pass before acting.

When he could see her shadow he began to hold his breath preparing to lunge. Like a puma eagerly awaiting its prey he postponed his assailment until just the right moment to strike. Suddenly her azure form was in view and he knew it was his perfect chance to catch her off guard. Instantly he hurdled from the brush and let out a boisterous yet abysmal roar.

“BOO!”

He landed with a thud beside the vixen and tensed ready for her retaliation. It really was cruel to decide to scare anyone in a creepy bog like this but Abe wasn’t exactly the nicest of guys. Actually more often than not he was a straight up asshole and I’m sure this pitiable mare would have to agree. He deserves whatever comes next, and then some.