OOC: Yeah, sorry, computer problems took me out for a couple of days!
Carefully maneuvering her way through the mire and muck of the Driftwood Drag, Rebecca peered about, being careful not to upset the crown precariously perched on top of her head.
Doing her best to avoid getting herself unduly muddy, the dark blue Guardian scented the air and then began to delicately picking a path towards the pleasant scent. Perhaps there would be some pleasant plants to munch on?
OOC: Yeah, sorry, computer problems took me out for a couple of days!
Carefully maneuvering her way through the mire and muck of the Driftwood Drag, Rebecca peered about, being careful not to upset the crown precariously perched on top of her head.
Doing her best to avoid getting herself unduly muddy, the dark blue Guardian scented the air and then began to delicately picking a path towards the pleasant scent. Perhaps there would be some pleasant plants to munch on?
Zina sniffed the air and looked at Monki. "Someone's close."
Monki nodded. "I'll go see who's out there." Monki started out to secure their area of the Driftwood Drag.
Zina stepped back into the den where Laria, Roaringocean, Glade and Masul were rolling around play fighting. "Come on. Bed time." They all gave a collective moan. "Would you like me to tell you a story?" She asked and she nudged them into a protected corner.
"Can you tell us about the Second Age?" Laria asked.
"Yes please!" Masul squeaked.
Zina smiled warmly. "Alright." and she settled down. "Time heals all things if given a chance. "
Zina sniffed the air and looked at Monki. "Someone's close."
Monki nodded. "I'll go see who's out there." Monki started out to secure their area of the Driftwood Drag.
Zina stepped back into the den where Laria, Roaringocean, Glade and Masul were rolling around play fighting. "Come on. Bed time." They all gave a collective moan. "Would you like me to tell you a story?" She asked and she nudged them into a protected corner.
"Can you tell us about the Second Age?" Laria asked.
"Yes please!" Masul squeaked.
Zina smiled warmly. "Alright." and she settled down. "Time heals all things if given a chance. "
ooc: vopisca? You're up ^-^
ooc: vopisca? You're up ^-^
Foreclaw over foreclaw brought Haema's diminutive frame beneath the over-crop of several glow-stem mushrooms. If she was careful about the force of her movements, which is the same probability as if she breathed regularly, she would be practically and fundamentally undetectable. If she was careless, the glow-caps would puff a bit of spores that shined like moonglow.
The world was upside down and the unaccustomed to the murk would be unable to see beyond the tip of their snout. Without straining much, she noticed a change in the usual scent. Rotting wood, water-logged roots, and.. freshly shed scales that had been recently oiled. Flaring her nostrils and focusing her vision on the base of the farthest shadow of a glow-cap mushroom base -- she saw what she was searching for.. shinies and the fool who perfumed himself in the Tanglewood to smell of spices and old books.
For what Haema lacked in size and brute force she made up for in agility and cleverness. She closed in with relative ease, intentionally leap-frogging from glow-cap to glow-cap to steal her opponents resolve.
These soft flares of cyan and mint amongst the murk could be seen from 20 - 30 meters away. They linger brightly for a few moments, thrum in intensity and then drop to the ground. The glow becomes untraceable in 60 seconds or so depending on how hard the glow-cap is struck.
Foreclaw over foreclaw brought Haema's diminutive frame beneath the over-crop of several glow-stem mushrooms. If she was careful about the force of her movements, which is the same probability as if she breathed regularly, she would be practically and fundamentally undetectable. If she was careless, the glow-caps would puff a bit of spores that shined like moonglow.
The world was upside down and the unaccustomed to the murk would be unable to see beyond the tip of their snout. Without straining much, she noticed a change in the usual scent. Rotting wood, water-logged roots, and.. freshly shed scales that had been recently oiled. Flaring her nostrils and focusing her vision on the base of the farthest shadow of a glow-cap mushroom base -- she saw what she was searching for.. shinies and the fool who perfumed himself in the Tanglewood to smell of spices and old books.
For what Haema lacked in size and brute force she made up for in agility and cleverness. She closed in with relative ease, intentionally leap-frogging from glow-cap to glow-cap to steal her opponents resolve.
These soft flares of cyan and mint amongst the murk could be seen from 20 - 30 meters away. They linger brightly for a few moments, thrum in intensity and then drop to the ground. The glow becomes untraceable in 60 seconds or so depending on how hard the glow-cap is struck.
May the odds be ever in your favor.
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