Lion of Ithilien
Played by Naboo

Though the sun hung high in the skies above the jungle its rays could not penetrate the dense canopy that stood between him and its warmth. Instead the dimly lit path before grew darker, tangles of vine and leaves grew in the spaces where trees did not fill. Carmine eyes gradually becoming beacons in the dark, responding to the occasionally stream of light that filtered through mercilessly upon his form as he traversed deeper into the rainforest. Paws stepping over moistened earth, dew that had formed on the debris under foot had not cleared in the hours since its arrival, causing him to question his footing even as his claws sunk into the soft layer of soil. Nostrils switched betwing thinning and widening, the scents of the surroundings performing an assault as he was hit with the cold, damp earth, the vines which were working their ways up trees and strangling the very life from them released a scent reminiscent of ichor. There were no bountiful blooms nor theatrically flashy birds here, though that did not stop the sounds from above from reaching his ears, which slowly laced towards the sides of his skull as a tepid breath hung loosely in his jaws.

The path continued on into the darkness, forming a tunnel that narrowed and caused the nearby brush to close in around his tall and lanky form. Leaves rustled against his shoulders and left streaks of water to soak into his creamy coat, joining together the hairs and causing droplets to rain from his sides. Moisture began soaking into his mane and causing the strands along his spine to weigh down, curling in a manner that shortened them, leaving no natural spring to the chocolate tuft at his shoulders and towards his mid-back. The taste of the forest had even infiltated into his mouth, the air pregnant with the gritty, earthen taste of the ground beneath. Temporarily distracted by the acrid taste that had filled his mouth he'd not seen the snare of vine that laced between his shoulders and blocked his path, entangling around his right limb and halting all progress forward. Releasing the breath which had taken residence within his jaws came with a low sigh of mild irritation, unable to move for the time being.
art by munk, code by naboo