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August 29, 2013, 04:05 PM
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Fingers of mist creeping between sentry pines served as the female's cloak as she descended into the thick undergrowth of Neverwinter Forest, a quiet sigh of relief breathed through parted lips as her paws sunk into moss. She missed the alders of home, the familiar embrace of the Bloodlet Timber, but the dark foreboding aura of the pirates' home was equally welcoming to the young dark priestess. Clutched in the back of her jaws, wedged uncomfortably in her mouth so she could still breath, were about a dozen bracken fern fronds collected from the river valley, each speckled with toxic spores on their undersides.
As Jinx didn't yet have a den to begin caching things in, she chose a suitable location for the beginnings of her home: on the needle-matted ground beneath an impressive hemlock, Jinx placed her "booty", and then turned her attention to the ground itself. In the fog of the morning, with nobody to bear witness, the white-furred former Mambo began the arduous task of digging herself a basic den, and by the time the sun rose to chase away the last clinging webs of mist, she had carved out a decent-sized hollow for herself.
Panting heavily, the lissome girl emerged from the dirt, her coat stained tawny with soil, and gingerly picked up her fronds. Several of them crumbled in her jaws and the spores fell away, eliciting a quiet curse from the witch, but others remained thankfully intact. She crawled through the narrow entrance of her den and, though she had yet to build herself a proper cache space for them, deposited them toward the back with the intention of making a permanent storage space for them later. The hemlock was an ideal place, she thought; the acidity of conifers would help prevent any invading species from claiming her denning area, but the root system would help keep the den from collapsing around her and burying her stock.
It was nearly midday when the Sigma's head popped out of her den again, eyes blinking sleepily, like an alligator peering from the river's surface.
As Jinx didn't yet have a den to begin caching things in, she chose a suitable location for the beginnings of her home: on the needle-matted ground beneath an impressive hemlock, Jinx placed her "booty", and then turned her attention to the ground itself. In the fog of the morning, with nobody to bear witness, the white-furred former Mambo began the arduous task of digging herself a basic den, and by the time the sun rose to chase away the last clinging webs of mist, she had carved out a decent-sized hollow for herself.
Panting heavily, the lissome girl emerged from the dirt, her coat stained tawny with soil, and gingerly picked up her fronds. Several of them crumbled in her jaws and the spores fell away, eliciting a quiet curse from the witch, but others remained thankfully intact. She crawled through the narrow entrance of her den and, though she had yet to build herself a proper cache space for them, deposited them toward the back with the intention of making a permanent storage space for them later. The hemlock was an ideal place, she thought; the acidity of conifers would help prevent any invading species from claiming her denning area, but the root system would help keep the den from collapsing around her and burying her stock.
It was nearly midday when the Sigma's head popped out of her den again, eyes blinking sleepily, like an alligator peering from the river's surface.
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