AW Atmospheric

Corbeau,

Lion of Prideless

Played by Fess

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It was chill. it was murky and shadowed. It was so ... atmospheric! The ambiance and color theme of greys, black, and murky hues fit his own coloration quite nicely. It was the perfectly location.

Who was he kidding. It was ... thoroughly unpleasant here. Corbeau had stumbled upon the area by chance, and do to the cooler weather the ground beneath his paws had remained firmed due to frost longer than it would have otherwise. Likewise the stench of a swamp was deadened slightly by the cold, enough he was not turned away at once.

Unfortunately.

Because now he was a bit turned around. A bit cranky. And his paws were just a bit chilled due to the cold grime clinging to them up just past the ankles. Not bothering to restrain a soft, low and long exhaling sigh Corbeau looked around with keen eyes. Searching for an indication of what direction might lead him out of the murk.
"...."

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Basilia,

Lioness of Prideless

Played by Cat

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It was like a wonderland for the enchantress. The muck that clung to her pale limbs was only a small nuisance to her plan as a whole. Moss and vines were easy to find in abundance. Already she had a fresh carpet of the green draped across her shoulders. A few twigs with some sort of berry and flower tucked into the long locks that fall to one side.

She looked a mess to any normal crosser. A beast birthed from the swamp itself. Fresh weeds, soaked in the mud, hung from her tightened mouth. Dirty and streaked she picked a random path across the new terrain. She had only just found her way within the land and had no need just yet to venture further.

In the distance, she could hear the slosh of movement through the thickened liquids. She paused in her own to listen while ice-like blue eyes searched the empty places they could manage to find for a source.

@Corbeau

Corbeau,

Lion of Prideless

Played by Fess

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ooc: Appolagies for the wait, work ate me this week.

IC:
Most of the foliage scents that hit his nose were of the rotting or subdued sorts, so when a faint tinge of recently plucked freshness wafted his attention was split two ways, partly on his present predicament and partly on attempting to ascertain where the faint hints were originating from.

His motions stilled, breathing becoming slow and low to minimize all sound he was emitting in an effort to allow cupped forward ears to ear any faint murmurs of sound. Due to the time of year insects were not droning loudly for once, and few other living creatures presently roamed the ... murky depths of this local.

Quietly he drew another deep breath in, maw opening just slightly even as he grimaced. he could almost taste the swamp scenting this deeply. But Corb also thought perhaps he could catch the faintest touch of something else as well, something.... familiar and lionne. There was a chance he was not alone. There was also a chance the damn swamp gasses were getting to him. "...."

@Basilia

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Basilia,

Lioness of Prideless

Played by Cat

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Ears were rose on her skull as she had stopped to listen. Femme beast attempted to pick apart the sounds she found. Insects buzzed, frogs croaked in the distance, and there was the slosh of water once again. Cranium turned to face the direction in which she assumed it came. The weeds in her mouth swayed from the movement. She could not see a figure just yet, or a source at all. So it took her no time to decide to move.

Paws were light and dance-like in placement as she picked a way through the mud. She was careful to not settle a paw down for longer than needed to avoid the suction of the mud on the floor of the mire. Her lower half was a coated mess of mud and browned water that dripped from the points of her fur that were the longest. Her tail remained just above the surface.

" 'Ello?" Her voice was slightly muffled by the grasp she had on her weeds, but it was still enough to carry some distance. Soft and musical as per usual tone with a tingle of foreign accent dripped in.

@Corbeau

Corbeau,

Lion of Prideless

Played by Fess

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There.

Not a scent. Not yet. But sound. Soft. Carefully placed. Rhythmic. Steps. On the ground, in and on the swampy ground. And then scent. Mixed in with the mud, and rot, and murk. The scent of wet fur. Wet lion. But not his own scent, another.

A muffled voice reached out. It was not loud. But to his ears which had been so keenly searching for sounds outside the usual rhythm of the swamp each tiny mote of sound seemed plenty loud and reverberating.

"Yes, hello! I seem to be...a little...turned around." in other words I'm back asswards lost, mind coming out and giving me a paw? Maybe?

Hopefully.

@Basilia

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Basilia,

Lioness of Prideless

Played by Cat

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She stood as still as she could manage as to not cover the sound of the other that was out there somewhere. A voice finally called back Basilia used the best of her knowledge to pinpoint a general location. She had spent the majority of her time here in the swamp and had worked out a mental map of most areas. "Oi, I come!" She assured the voice in the distance as she dropped her weeds and trudged forward and around a few shrubs that would have ultimately blocked the view of each other.

She found him not much further. Carefully she maneuvered over a bunch of roots that had decided to live life entangled and jutting out of the waters. "I found you!" She exclaimed in all of her excitement. Basil always seemed to overflow with it.

@Corbeau

Corbeau,

Lion of Prideless

Played by Fess

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'oi, i come!'

Oh thank gods.

He had really not been relishing the idea of wandering around a chilled swamp until eventually dying or going bat shit crazy and having to survive by eating frogs and gods only knew what else was presently alive and active around this place.

His face lights up as he catches sight of the lioness, fire hued eyes brightening as a genuine smile brightens the exotic lines of his face. "That you did!" comes the happy agreement with a touch of relived laughter woven into it. He moves twoards her a bit, sloshing a little through the wet muck before finding ground that was a hair more solid.

"...please tell me you know how to find the way out of this swamp too?" he offered a friendly, hopeful and slightly apologetic smile to go along with the question. Making sure to pause before getting too close in an effort not to make her uncomfortable. He was a stranger after all.


@Basilia

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Basilia,

Lioness of Prideless

Played by Cat

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Gaze clung to the stranger. She did not smell many upon him, which meant he most likely did not reside in a pride. If he did, it must not be very large at all. However, he did not appear to be too bad off for a rogue. She simply stayed put as he moved to join her on the more shallow, dry patch of land. She made no qualms over his close proximity either. After all, she had a horrid time when she tried to keep out of other's personal space as well.

His question drug a soft, girlish laugh up past her open lips. Her head bobbed a moment before she gently tossed back a few strands of hair that had fallen forward. "Of course! If that is what you want." Who did she kid. Of course, it was what he wanted. No one, aside from Basilia herself, ever wanted to just remain in the mire.

@Corbeau

Corbeau,

Lion of Prideless

Played by Fess

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Her laugh was a bit contagious ...even if it also brought perhaps a tinge of embarrassment to his features and a flush through his chest. He was so relived to have found an apparently friendly soul...or anyone actually, that Cor didn't care if he inspired laughter!

Offering a bright smile Cor's eyes crinkled a little as he to laughed, softly, but with unmistakable friendly humor.

"Yes please. I'm afraid my thick fur is not well suited to the cold water and mud. And I don't really know much about maneuvering around a swamp. I'm sure to get into trouble. " well more than he had already. It was unwise to get lost in any biome where you didn't know the dangers, or how to find proper resources.

And while he knew a bit about swamps, THIS swamp was new and different from the warm and hot ones in his homeland. In fact ....snow was such a rarity back home...cold weather and hard rain as well. These lands were already proving quite different.

@Basilia

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