Mudmo

For normal people, living in a swamp would be considered agony. The population of bugs, invasive plants, and whatever the hell God had planned would trigger some sort of fight or flight response in the average person. For Mudmo, however, it was the perfect place he could call home. If anything, it was better than being around all of those "privileged" and "clean" people who just didn't see things the way he did. Sure, there was always the occasional lost soul who instantly freaked out and dipped the moment he saw them, but other than that, it was a peaceful environment for the alligator/skunk hybrid. And it was the perfect environment for him to let it all go~

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"Hmmmph~ That felt good to get out... Kinda wish I had an audience for that..." He couldn't help but bite his lower lip a little, looking behind himself as a cacophony of rancid mud bubbles briefly rose to the surface and popped behind him. Though the common eye-watering swamp smell was there, there was a hint of what some would describe as "straight up unwashed ass that hasn't touched water since the death of the dinosaurs and has survived on nothing but rotting plants."