Lion of Ithilien
Played by Naboo

Murky waters stained the soft creme of his toes and turned them a pale hue of ashen waste, a color that seeped up the strands of hair until it seemed even his wrists were covered with the evidence of his travels. The unpleasant smell of decaying trees and bubbling waters creating a lackluster aroma that hung pungent in every which direction he turned. Flaccid and waterlogged branches occasionally dispersed beneath his feet as he stepped deeper and deeper into the miasma, red piercing eyes looking forward and unable to tell what time of day it was, for even though the midday sun felt as though it was overhead, it seemed as though a pale hue of blue and dread hung permanently like a fog. Without understanding what had possessed him to venture into this downtrodden and downright rotten land, it was surprising that a part of him felt at ease here among the undisturbed and pure earth. The strands of mane along the upper ridge of his mane began to droop over the sides, the pale chocolate hairs collapsing from the density of the humid air around it, brushing even against his shoulders and for a second making his eyes turn to the side as his head craned and his ears perked forward. Had he seen something, or was it just the odd sensation of his mane brushing where it normally did not reach?
art by munk, code by naboo