"Oh hush, you mustn't scare away the tourists," came a voice from Sway's right. Then, a head, quite nearly identical to the other, emerged from the bushes. First whiskers, then hair and ears. Her ears twitched, pinning forward, almost like that of an alert cat's. She smiled, kindly, not the ominous grin of her twin, at the buck and shook her head. She nodded at the pool. "But really, I wouldn't take a sip from that pool if I were you. Plenty of other pools of water all around. We do live in a swamp after all."
It must be strange, two nearly identical heads, one on each side. And, despite the doe's kind smile, a bit unnerving.
Ruriska
Not quite sure where you want to take this other than the 'Don't tempt fate-Don't be superstitious' endgame, but hopefully this is alright! I already love Superstition! Poor Sway.
Sway stood beside the black pool and stared into its murky depths. It looked, he supposed, quite clean and would easily quench his thirst easy enough if he went to drink it. But he hesitated. In the night, with only a pale moon to light the world, the pool looked as dark and deadly as an alligators gaze. 
