<font color='#728FCE'><b style=color:#90BCBB>Day[/b] : 29 <b style=color:#90BCBB>Quarter[/b] : Tessera <b style=color:#90BCBB>Year[/b]: 1 <b style=color:#90BCBB>Character[/b] : Moona Naptilia Eburnean physique pondered out from the vicinity of a nearby forest, feathered appendages dappled with hues of purpure and sapphire were folded neatly 'long her spine as petite paws taciturnly carried her through the swamp lands. Ebon muzzle sniffed 'bout as she leaped carelessly from rock to rock. Larynx reverberated happily... Woahh... But, in a fraction of a second the femme fell into the swamp... Muck, dirt and every form of gross little organism was now 'pon her once silken pelt. The rather muddy young femme arose in haste to streamline fours and sprang from the marsh... EWWW!!! GET THIS STUFF OFF!!! Shaking her pelt vigorously in a desperate attempt to cleanse herself from her rather dirty dilemma the less than poor pendragon frankly was in no mood for any games or jokes. A look of total horror crept over her ebon maw, as optics wavered 'bout in search of a clean pool of water...</font>
<font color='#728FCE'>OOC : Gah... Dun dun dun dun dun... Nobody to RP with, sadness -.-; LOL! </font>
