07-17-2018, 08:11 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]Aya was honestly quite the opposite of Dorian. She was nowhere near aristocratic, in fact she was a bastard, and she really didn't care much about the smell of the swamp or its appearance. As such, she practically emerged from it, fur covered in its filth after spending her day trying to catch some of the lifeforms that lived in the swamp - she'd noticed that Abathur was trying to test the swamp itself for radiation, and she thought maybe it'd be interesting to check out the apparent radiation's effects on the animals that lived permanently in the swamp. A frog and its noticeable visible guts hung from her jaws as she approached the lion, throwing it casually at his feet as she began to approach some cleaner water. "You want that? It died before I test it."
The tortoiseshell dipped her front paws into the water, beginning to wash the mud from her fur as she watched the lion from the corner of her eye. "Hot collar. Your master give that to you?" She was joking, but as it dawned on her she didn't actually know this person and the smell of the swamp started to uncover his smell, she said, "Oh, hey, you're not from here. This is Tanglewood, I'm Aya, are you joining or am I going to have to try and fight a whole lion?" She didn't believe she would win that battle.
The tortoiseshell dipped her front paws into the water, beginning to wash the mud from her fur as she watched the lion from the corner of her eye. "Hot collar. Your master give that to you?" She was joking, but as it dawned on her she didn't actually know this person and the smell of the swamp started to uncover his smell, she said, "Oh, hey, you're not from here. This is Tanglewood, I'm Aya, are you joining or am I going to have to try and fight a whole lion?" She didn't believe she would win that battle.