Ivori's Eulogy

Mucky. That was the first word that came to mind when Ivori thought of the waters that filled the Dimwold swamps. Slowly trickling water full of fallen limbs, muck, and oddly googly eyed fish that waited for you to take one wrong step. Their eye stalks made them easy enough to see if one knew what they were looking for in the dense fog that always hung in the area. A constant veil for creatures far worse than goosefish to hide behind. It was through that sun strangling fog that Ivori currently struggled to see, though it was not the tell tale eye stalks she currently looked for. Nor was it the fog that made it so hard for to spot her target but her own tears which were stained heavily with blood. Only her left eye opened at all as she strained to pull herself up onto a twisted root, weighed down by both the water and the near forgotten bag of persimmons over her shoulder.
Tree like humanoids, made of twisted vines and almost decorative leaves, known for taking down draught chocobos. Currently being hunted on company order for that fact, and it was that fact that struck a fear somewhere deep inside her as she finally hoist herself over the root high enough to keep herself from drowning. Both of her chocobo were somewhere near by and the thought summoned a gore filled scene to mind of feathers no longer the white they should be. A slosh, maybe a footstep, from near by called the young woman from the depth of her own mind nearly as quickly as she had spiraled away. Shuddering through grit teeth, she once more tried to move only this time to be greeted with a wave of pain through her side that left her crumpled over the root once more. The motion was doubly punishing as she slipped back down toward the water before her hands once more found their grip on the gnarled