The Hug Bug’s gleeful giggles were loud, carrying throughout the townsquare, exciting the lovebugs and cooties gathered around. Their chirping chorus carried loving ideas to everyone present, and even the ever stoic Gordon was feeling a little giddy.
It didn’t take long for a few eager-to-please cooties to collect the supplies the Hug Bug needed, and within minutes he had created one Rougarou-sized pair of sound-blocking ear muffs, and he held them out for the Faction leaders to admire. He then offered them out to the three encouragingly and was met with nervous stares.However, not everyone was happy with this situation.
The Rougarou’s angered howls cut through the celebratory chatter like jagged teeth through chocolate truffles. A few smaller, more timid pets scattered, and Clayton found himself hiding behind Erika without meaning to.
The Hug Bug frowned. Infestation was a time of happiness, for lovely thoughts and caring for all, even the most grouchy…. Horrendous… kidnapping beasts. He was smart enough to know that a hug wasn’t about to solve this problem.
He chittered in thought, crossing one set of arms, cracking the knuckles of the other as he shuffled his feet in thought. Like a thunderclap that The Rougarou would also hate, the idea came to mind.
Someone was going to have to face the Rougarou. In person. As he was rampaging in anger. Gordon considered seeking out Benni to do the deed. Erika, who noticed that Clayton was trying to inch behind her again, had a different idea.
“Well, hey, y’know I thiiink whoever saved the most lovebugs and cooties should get the honour!” She wrapped her tail around Clayton’s legs, forcing him to stumble forward and leaving paint splattered on his fur.
Gordon was pulled out of his pondering and grinned. “Now that is a lovely idea.” He patted Clayton on the shoulder. “You’ve done such a great job, you deserve to be rewarded.”
“W-what? I don’t think this is an honour.” Clayton stammered, putting his paws up in defense.
“Aw, c’mon, one swamp dweller to another. Get on out there!” Erika gestured to the Hug Bug who was still offering out the ear muffs.
Clayton took the ear muffs in shaky paws, found himself caught up in a nearly back-breaking hug courtesy of the master of hugs himself, and then stumbled off towards the roars of The Rougarou.
He wasn’t nervous. He was not nervous. He was calm, cool and collected.
Clayton was lying to himself, and he wasn’t really good at it. The Rougarou towered over him, and had torn up the landscape around them in his rage. Now he paused, huffing, growls escaping his throat, drool dripping from his maw. His fur was matted, and he reeked of swamp water and decaying organic matter, possibly due to the eyes adorning his neck.
Which looked awfully fresh, if Clayton was going to be honest.
“Yes?” Clayton hadn’t expected The Rougarou to talk, and was caught off guard. It took a second for him to recollect his thoughts.
“H-hey, I just wanted to say, I’m really digging your style.” He pointed a finger at the necklace leering back at him. The Rougarou squinted in suspicion.
“…And?”
“Well, I’m just thinking you could use somethin’ else, something stylish and practical.” He held out the ear muffs, and it was obvious The Rougarou did not find them impressive
“You expect me to wear something styled after the leader of those obnoxious critters who have been winding me up all month?” The Rougarou was closer now. Clayton had thought he had smelled bad breath from customers of his who had eaten some of the more questionable menu items, but it was nothing compared to the halitosis he was being choked with now.
Maybe the Hug Bug should have thrown in some breath mints, while he was at it.
“It’s styled after them because it totally blocks ‘em all out. Go ahead, try it! All you’ll hear are your own thoughts, and the sheepzies you count to fall back asleep.” Bloodshot eyes studied him, massive claws reached towards him, and for a second Clayton worried his remaining eye would find its way to that necklace. Instead the ear muffs were picked up with more delicacy than he expected, and fitted onto The Rougarou’s head.
The beast cocked his head to the side, let out a massive howl, and seemed content. Without so much as a nod of thanks, he bounded off towards the swamps, returning to his home.
Mistica was free, the love bugs and cooties were safe, and Clayton shakily picked his way back towards the other faction leaders, who might be finding any celebratory treats they created smashed into their smirking faces.
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Congratulations to the Swamp Swumpies for their win!
Final Tally:
Swamp Swumpies - 915
Darkwood Dandies - 880
Village Valyrs - 767
(Trophies have been awarded)
Chronicles will be released tomorrow!
Be sure to head to the giveaway for your OWN pair of hugbug ear muffs! They are wearable!
~Mistic Team