Pan,
Lion of Junior Member
Played by Aistiva


The ruckus of brush and foliage caught his attention, ears rotating atop his crown, chin dripping with swamp water, from the dense tangle of greenery emerged the swamp witch herself! And with her approach the song stopped, was it her? A pale lioness with a partial mane more impressive than anything he'd sought to grow and upon her head and draping down her back a tangle of earthy gatherings. Flowers, vines, moss, twigs and any other assortment she could muster from their surroundings he could guess. " 'dis way! come, come!" her voice rang, coaxing him toward her. Pan would stumble awkwardly as he lifted one large front limb, throwing off his balance and plunging him deeper into the murky mess. "How do you live in this...stuff" he grumbled. Slowly though he would trudge closer to her, his chin dripping with water that still dipped occasionally back into the muck as he followed blindly.

Eventually after wafting through the water he would begin to find ground that became more and more solid, the front of his heavy frame emerging from the water. His weight sinking in the still soft mud and moss but with persistence and trying to be a little lighter on his feet he was able to find stability, water pouring from his limbs as he pulled himself further up onto solid flooring.

His darker rear half eventually followed, lynx tail and back hocks where his fur was thicker drenched with water. Strands of pond slime and moss draped over his back, the man would huff, giving a much needed shake of his head to try and get some of the water off. "hey...thanks" he rumbled. "was that you? were you the one singing?" he didn't hesitate to ask giving a light cock of his head and a crooked smile, stunning blue eyes finding hers.


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