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 Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 6:48 pm
It had been a while since FrostBite had last been seen, and Bronwyn was all the moodier for her. Her main source of, well, everything had up and disappearaed on her in the middle of what could only be classfied as a disaster. A thick bog of mud had sprung up around her, more than likely due to her poor directions, though she was loathe to admit it. The thick goo held little dry land, which was why the lioness was currently bemoaning her situation from a low branch in an old tree.
"That insensitive, heartless shrew," She fumed. "Oooooh, when I get my paws on her, she'll be sorry!" Her orchid eyes drifted down to the muddy ground as a shiver went down her spine. There was no way, absolutely NO WAY, she was going to go down into that.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 3:22 am
Oua waded through the thick bog with little concern, the majority of his body now coated in the thick mud, his legs straining slightly from the increased effort of moving each of his limbs. Still, he pushed on. The bog, whilst not even close to water, was still too far from being land-like for Hiana to brave it and so Oua was checked just how far the bog extended. If it was too far, he would need to find a path around the bog, as he would never get Hiana into the muck.
She wasn't all that fond of mud, but it was more it's thick consistency that sent her literally running for the hills.
It was by luck that Neculai'oua stumbled upon the lioness stuck in the tree, suspended above the less than pleasant muck. An odd sight to anyone, but for Neculai'oua it was...even more strange, and more than a bit hilarious.
"Greetings, Miss," Oua called out, as he waded closer. "Are you quite alright up there?" He couldn't help the amusement in his voice.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 6:57 pm
Wyn moved her paws around on the branch in a vain attempt to circulate the blood in her limbs. The longer she waited for a rescue, the worse her mood became. Most would have been relieved to see another soul in the bog, but Wyn had too much bite.
"Oh, you're cute," Wyn rolled her eyes. "Do I look alright? I've been up here for hours, and you're the first soul I've seen yet!" She snapped. As tired as she was, Bronwyn knew better, and that half caused her to sigh. "Forgive me; I'm just a little stressed. It doesn't excuse my behavior, though, and for that I'm sorry."
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 2:28 pm
She didn't seem all that pleased at his presence, but that might have been because she thought he was laughing at her - which he was, but still. He was rather surprised by her verbal bite, despite her position and it didn't do anything to lessen his amusement at the situation. This was entertaining.
"It is no problem, Miss," he excused her behaviour. "Are you stuck in the tree?" Perhaps the bog was not the problem - lions were not really that profecient in climbing so perhaps she was merely stuck in the tree she had foolishly climbed, but he had a feeling it had something more to do with the sticky, smelly mud beneath it than the actual branch she perched on.
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