[PRP]In the Swamp,distant gurgled crys(RD Reaper)

[-Ghastly Demise-]

Reaper had been out one late night, tired migraines raping his brain, he had taken up a perforation to that witch fit best Spells, but instead of being a warlock or witch he took up medicine and would often gather things for spell, he wondered aimless, distant within his own mind despite the constant pain, he mostly was looking for something to help with his pain, whilst he was looking for ingredients for his work. his paws sloshed threw the muddy murky waters, a satchel on his hip as his tail sniffed and growled occasionally being protective per usual.

he came to a fork in the murky water and pondered his moves, left? right? go back, shouldn't be that hard to chooses but he was all but there, that was till his tail caught the sent of something of, something dead? something old? it smelled like death, he wondered how many animals died here, often drowning sinking into the quicksand like mud. he shrugged and took a right, beyond the smell he smelled something else. maybe it was the plant he needed? but it was hard to smell passed the scent of corpses, maybe a titan arum was near by? who knew, but it wasn't quite possible unless it bordered on the tropical lands of the summer lands.

with ears and eyes wide open he watched his surrounding, unable to uses his since of smell like he normally could. the sent was off putting, it wasn't usual for him to smell it, especially this strongly, despite all that he continued on coming to a patch of plants he pulled himself on to the bank, towering over the plants as he studied them for the time being before beginning to pick them with his mouth, not wanting to taint their properties with his muddy paws.  

[houllow]

Somepony was there, no, somepony was here. He could almost smell them in the waters and in the air, could practically feel their approach with every ripple. A yellow eye narrowed as the foal turned his head in the direction he sensed, uncertain of how to respond to this. It had been a long while since anyone had carelessly wandered into this portion of the swamp - the latest group of "survivors" had seen to it - and it felt like....this one was alone?

Perhaps it was just paranoia sneaking in as the foal looked for a place he could hide if he needed to. The particular area of the swamp he'd chosen for now did have a few deep pockets of water should he need to dive; they'd also work if he needed to drown somepony and make a good escape. Too often he'd been surrounded without a proper plan and now, for now, he was making one.

Would it be too late to? The noise sounded closer and the foal all but shivered in anger and fear. Whoever it was better not come any closer, or...or else!!

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Reaper piked more of the strange plant, minding his own business, his headache was becoming more mild, being here away from the sounds of anything, or any pony, after picking quite a few bits of the plant he turned to a tree, the moss might be good for something, he began to scrape some off after whipping a claw on the grass beneath him, but he soon halted. he heard. and smelled? something come closer, his tail began to growl a guttural roar escaping it warning reaper of an approaching being, but reaper wasn't scared, he merely kept doing what he was going, what could be out here that would spook his tail so much? no matter, he finished collecting a good amount of moss before he scooped a jar full of swamp water.

after doing this he began to step into the water once more, looking around to see if he could find the source of his tail's reason for concern. while doing so he began to walk threw the swamp once more, in search for another patch of swamp plants, and life, perhaps some worms or bones, the bones could be used to make some soup. "shut up tail" he muttered he was growing tired of it being so defensive, with reaper being 6 feet of ghoulie he had nothing much to worry unless he came across a dragon, or alicorn. little did he know exactly what was near.  

[houllow]

Oh no, oh no. Whatever it was, whomever it was, they were coming closer and the little foal hadn't made moves to escape yet. He could easily hold his ground and let whatever happens happen, and so the anger and fear started to amplify the moment he heard a voice. He'd heard the roar first, actually, and it caused the tiny, unkempt wings on his back to splay out in fright.

Few ponies made that noise, but the speaking let him know there was a chance this was one of those......ghoulies, maybe? The foal had limited knowledge of others apart from those who would venture into his swamp and chase him around. A few.....remained in the swamp even, and sometimes the foal spent time looking them over to learn and see. There were many ponies scattered throughout the swamp in various states, and sometimes he'd visit them.

For now though he kept his tiny wings splayed and lowered his head down in a defensive position. The little alicorn had zero control over his magic, nor any idea of how to properly use magic, but that wouldn't stop him from standing his ground. The thing that always happened would certainly save him, right?

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as he was shifting threw the thick waters, something had caught his eye. a gleam of golden yellow? was it perhaps a firefly or a creature with bright eyes much like his own, he fallowed the sight as he wondered what it could be, his head tilted, tail letting out a whimper, it obviously was aware of the power coming from the smol foal that reaper could not yet see "who is there?" he called out trying to catch sight of the foal hidden beneath the colors of the swamp that almost all matched his body.  

[houllow]

OH no oh no it wasn't going away!! The foal spread his wings a little more, lowered his head and pushed out his horn a little more. Whomever it was didn't seem to see him just yet because he didn't hear the normal sounds of coughing and gagging, of splashing and confusion. Maybe if he ran he could get away in time? A few shaky steps had him thinking he could run successfully, though the voice instantly froze him back in his tracks.

"GO AWAY." It was a garbled shout, though clearly made with the voice of a foal. He was tiny after all, massively undersized for the alicorn that he was, and thin. His voice was weak from disuse, but he tried to warn, tried to threaten.

-Ghastly Demise-