Spring 10, 511 AV Ianira's whiskers twitched as she stepped into the pile of mud just before her. Her paws sank into the dark brown substance with a muffled squishing sound. The mud seemed to drag Ianira's paws down, and for once, she didn't mind. She usually didn't appreciate her fur getting too dirty, but now would be the one time where it may come in handy. After all, white fur with black stripes in a dark green forest didn't exactly mean that you were well camouflaged. Ianira lowered her head as her muscles ripped. Her fur was getting clogged with dark brown mud, several snow white strands bunching together and forming large angry clods. Well this is going to be a nightmare to clean, Ianira thought, as she began to roll over in the mud. Turning wildly from left to right with her mud-covered paws twisting in the air as she tried to get the mud to seep into each nook and cranny. Her back began to feel cold as it arched, and mushed into the mixture. Hopefully it's all covered up now, the kelvic thought as she rolled onto her stomach. She was pressing her body into the mud, allowing it to be stained as well. Finally, when she was certain that every inch of her white fur had been caked in mud, Ianira stood. Her paws were still digging into the ground. Well, that leaves your face, she thought, with a sigh. Slowly, she cupped her front right paw, and scooped up a small portion of mud. She lifted this to her face, and gently began to rub it into her fur. It tickled a bit, and some of it trickled down the length of her face and onto the ground. Well that is more than likely the best you are going to do, she thought, as she put her paw back down and walked out of the mud. Ianira padded out of the patch of ground, and onto the green-covered earth to the right. Her muscles rippled with each of her steps, although it was less apparent now that her fur was covered in mud. Her eyes darted back and forth as her tail swished. The edges of her stomach seemed to turn into themselves as it growled angrily at her. Hopefully today you can actually catch something now that the white is hidden. It allows you to actually blend into the jungle a bit, for once, now doesn't it? Ianira took a few more steps forward, and peered around the length of a tall tree. She was fighting the urge not to simply jump into the nearest puddle of water and wash herself off. She simply felt so dirty and unnatural. But if Ianira wanted to eat in this jungle; she had to blend into the jungle. Perhaps the mud was her only chance of survival. After all, she needed meat. She couldn't so much as begin to remember the last time she had had some. Not that she was a particularly bad hunter, it was just this place. It was not suited to her needs- plants everywhere which she would not touch, a people far stronger than she, animals that actually belonged in the jungle, unlike her. You know you will catch nothing if you don't hide your fur, Ianira told herself. It has been like that for ages, almost every time you have set out before. There was a slight pause. So just suck it up, otherwise, you'll have to deal with an empty belly for another day. And the possibility that you may simply drop dead with hunger. OOCFor anyone who wants to join, Ianira is closest to Taloba. She tends to live among the Myrians, but has been out of town for a few days. |