Lioness of Prideless
Played by Cat


Of course, she would be there to notice. Her favored place was the swamp and she had grown accustomed to the way of life within it. She knew the way the murk moved. The way the sludge shifted. She was aware of the deeper places and those of the shallow. A connection to the place that was unsettled today. Eyes glanced over to the water. Her paws were already dirtied by the waters. Mud caked on to her lower limbs, despite her security upon a dry fallen log.

She watched as the bubble rose to the surface. Grimaced as it popped and expelled the vulgar gas. It burned the hairs within her nostrils, forced the woman to recoil in the opposing direction. Yet to only discover how fruitless her act had been. Because from behind another would pop. And another to the side. Until she was surrounded by the rise and burst of many, many different gas pockets.

She was at the mercy of the swamp. Trapped on her log for the moment as she wondered what type of spirits could upset the land so greatly.