what the frogg-o

Montrose · 59 minutes ago

OOC

AW — just outside Avon territory/nearby the border

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Montrose was on the hunt for a very particular, very slimy toad. He'd seen it most days, hopping in and out of puddles to keep its warty skin hydrated. Why did he want this toad? Well, ever since Mariposa had decided that she wanted a second skin, he had been observing the many fauna that inhabited Avon's territory. A determination to please her burned deep within the pits of his little chest.

The skin needed to be unique. But it also needed to be something he could feasibly catch with such small paws and even smaller teeth. Baby teeth were still sharp within his maw, though some of his adult dentition had finally begun to erupt.

Killing the toad would serve a couple of purposes.

A skin for Mariposa.

A teething toy for Montrose.

So he walked. And as he did, he hardly noticed that his hunt had taken him far farther from the dens than he'd intended. But soon, between the waving red flowers, he saw it. The toad, perched upon a rock in the direct sunlight, warming its ugly, warty skin.

Montrose would dip down, the red wine of his coat blending nearly seamlessly into the field of late-blooming florals. Tufted ears pressed forward, long canines softly bared as he began to creep forward. He moved as slowly as he could, careful on the loose terrain so that he wouldn't make ... a single ... sound ...

And those eyes, dancing with the pearlescence of the land's magic, would lock in on the toad.

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