Zhu crept along the floor on his hands and toes. His tail hung low behind him as a counter balance to his current position. Flames flickered over the tip, as always, and provided for him a constant source of light. Zhu personally had no problem creeping around in the filth and darkness. His tail provided plenty of light for him to creep by and he could always create fire to burn away anything unclean from his hands. With a small shuffling step forwards, Zhu flicked his long forked tongue out between his lips and wagged it up and down in the air. He tasted it, and on the air he could pick up a variety of things. The strong scent of unwashed bodies that had passed through this room, decay, old blood, some nastier things. Wrinkling his nose Zhu slipped his tongue back into his mouth.It was the grumbling of his stomach that kept him within the room. Sure, there was nothing that smelled nice here, but he knew he could find something to satisfy the burning sensation of need in his belly. Zhu's tail swayed back and forth slowly as he crept carefully around the room. There was the broken in remains of a bed against a wall. That looked vaguely promising. Zhu crept over the remnants of something metal and gently clawed at the dirty ripped up mattress. At first he only found filthy cotton, but as he tossed the soiled bits of material to the floor, he found some that were a bit cleaner. Yellowed by time, but at least not stained by anything else, Zhu testingly tasted the cotton before pushing some of it into his mouth. He felt the material wetting on his tongue, and he swallowed. It wasn't paper, or wood, or coal....but it would suit for now he supposed.
