Backpacking (Private)

Samrenango wrote:She had kissed me back. She kissed me back! She didn't show any signs of dislike towards my gesture, but of signs of liking it. Did she have feelings for me, too? She must if she returned the kiss, right? The feeling of excitement and happiness soared through my body. I smile sprouted across my face, and it wouldn't stop growing and wouldn't fade away. I felt her fingers curl around mine, and I positioned my fingers to hold her hand. I felt her temperature increase, becoming slightly warm. "You're special to me, and words can't express your beauty, Kat... And I have feelings for you, and I hope you feel the same way about me." With my free hand, I curled a lock of her hair behind her ear.

Samrenango wrote:"Hello?" I asked, as if the monster would respond, and ask how was my day going. I hear a bark, and another rustle.

Out of it's hiding place, Sherlock the black Labrador came out, but not out of where the first rustle had come from. In his mouth Sherlock carried a fat squirrel. Sherlock wagged his tail, and placed his catch on the ground. He barked hello then padded over to Kat, who he now favorited. Sherlock muzzled Kat's hand affectionately, and licked her hand.

A breeze picked up and blew towards Sherlock, who picked up the scent of a nearby beast.

A low growl escaped Sherlock's throat, and he turned around and faced away from Kat and Spencer. He crouched down low, and snarled, baring his white canines.

Another rustle came from where the first one was. An unsanitary-looking troll came out of the busy trees, making loud noises with it's feet that scared away all animals in a mile radius. It was surprising that Spencer and Kat didn't hear the troll sneak up on them.

"Here!" I tossed a dagger to Kat, remembering that this wasn't the first time I had to lend a weapon to her.

Meanwhile, Sherlock whimpered at the sight of the massive troll compared to his size. He cowered behind a tree, peaking his head slightly. He pawed the squirrel back.

Samrenango wrote:"Yeah? Well I have. And they're quite a handful," I said, talking about the trolls species.

The troll made a loud, huffing noise, signaling that she was impatient. She wanted the two undersized bears to charge already. The troll had poor eyesight and didn't know that these were actually demigods, but recognized the scent of their flesh, confusing it with bear. She was hungry and antsy to destroy and feast on Kat and Spencer.

Sherlock kept peeking at the troll, disgusted of it's appearance and unhygienic smell. The thing was huge, easily more than 15 times his size. The troll had wrinkly skin, that was the color of puke green. Its breasts were covered in a rag with blood and dirt stains, and a loincloth covering her other parts. Being smart, Sherlock rolled in a patch of thick mud several times, knowing that he'd regret it. But, it did its job to cover his smell. Sherlock hated being unclean and unorganized. He'd bathe everyday and wipe his paws.