Snippet #2759330

Kaza hummed merrily to himself as he guided his raft through the thickets and marshes, inhaling sharply the smell of the swamp that he called home. It wreaked of rotting foliage and stagnant algae covered water, and he would have it no other way. Using a long rod, he pushed a little further into the thick trees, heading far into the back woods where few would ever consider trekking. Kaza knew the swamp though, and he knew if you respected the order of things, and wanted to survive more than the various creatures of the swamp you might just survive. Besides, was it really living if you didn't almost die about twice a day?

Kaza figured not, as he jerked the rod out of the water, away from a snapping gator. He began to yell at the reptile smacking it repeatedly with the rod over the head. "Dammit Rodney!!" he chastised the gator. "You do this every gad dang time i come 'round here and I ain't makin another one of these ya bastard!" He gave the gator a hard poke right in the eye and gave him a very evil one of his own, as the gator sourly surrendered and retreated to the black depths of the marshes. "Stupid lizard thinks he gon get me one these days..." he mumbled to himself as the darkness of the overhead canopy began to swallow both him and his makeshift raft whole.

Kaza suddenly shot up, ripping down his hood and letting his long ears perk up. That sound! He had heard it here before, but never so close... Never so haunting. He had to see what it could possibly be, after all, maybe it was a damsel in distress, who desperately wanted rescue from a daring and dashing swamp folk like he. Heres hoping, at least.

The scene Kaza found himself gliding up to on the back of his raft was not that. He had arrived just in time to have both his eyes widen as he watched an unworldly transformation take place directly in front of him. He crouched low on his raft, grabbing a nearby tree to stop the motion as he watched what seemed to be the very swamp itself forcing itself into a sentient body. His mouth was agape as he haphazardly hid behind the tree, watching the figure take on a more ocularly pleasing form as the humming became more human, more ethereal.

Though the full transformation didn't exactly take a large amount of time, it was definately enough to distract him from a very irate Rodney silently gliding towards the back of his raft.

"Ah, perhaps finally there is an echo..? T'joy or t'pity?"

God, Kaza had some questions, but wasn't sure if he should even ask them, or if he should just leave before the thing killed and ate him, like most things in the swamp would like to do. Before he had his answer, he felt a violent rip at the back of his raft, and the sound of visceral splashing and wood splintering. He looked back to see rodney, who apparently had finally been smacked for the final time. Now visible and audible to all, the usual master of stealth became a swamp attraction of his very own.

"GOD DAMMIT RODNEY YOU SUMBITCH!! WE'RE BOTH DEAD NOW YOU STUPID..." He grabbed for his trusted bowie knife to send Rodney to the afterlife, plunging it into the gators skull, which seemed to not phase the beast at all. "Rodney you stupid..." He groaned, pulling the bloody knife out of his head as he took a swipe at Kaza, very nearly getting his arm. Rodney then grabbed a hold of the raft again, and began what gators do best: the death roll. This threw all of Kaza's traps, full and empty into the swamp, and Kaza himself flying towards the very creature he was attempting to spy on, splashing down into the water with a yell of major dissatisfaction as he broke the surface of the water.

"GAAAH!" He yelled, trying to jump straight out of the water as a very happy Rodney began to swim towards him. He scrambled as best he could for the nearest bit of land he could see poking out of the swamp, just barely dragging himself up on the shore before Rodney could take him down for good. Still brandishing his knife, he waited for something, anything to happen. Rodney was coming, and surely the swamp creature knew he was there by now. Hell, he was looking right at her. His hand nervously gripped on the knife handle as the log shaped creature came closer and closer through the water at him. "You gon' be a nice pair a shoes for some city folk Rodney! I ain't scared a you!" He bared his teeth.