You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon! /O, Joiner

[rhosmari]

AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS

BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN

AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN

elsweyr — tanglewood — three years

Traversing the swamp had become second nature to her. As easy as breathing. It was home to her and though she did miss her tribe she had come to see this new group as a different sort of tribe. One that had the seem base principles and more. Her eyes wandered her new found home and she took in the scents around her, shifting across the marshy ground before a smell invaded her nostrils. Fear. It was easy to smell something so strong and the shaggy maned cheetah paused in her steps, suddenly alert with ears pulled forward. She heard no sort of distressed nose, but the pittering of paws caught her attention. Creeping through the underbrush she forced her way through vine laden grounds, fiery orbs narrower slightly before she caught the wisp end of a leaving individual.

The smell of smoke was heavy in the air as well the closer she got. Yet her attention was grabbed from that to a bright bundle that was upon the ground. With ease the painted warrior would ease her way forth, sniffing and smelling the scent of milk and warmth. The small voice calling out 'mama' was not lost on her and she nuzzled the small blanketed being gently, carefully. The mere fact test the cheetah could not read made the child's name lost on her but that mattered little to the woman as she moved around. "This one is so young. She will take her to the village. Get help, and food." She spoke with a gentle tone, gently aiming to nudge the young child into walking but staying close enough to help.