[Pualani]

OOC: Here is a little self-thread between Pua and Arnoux for reasons. CW for possible suggestive content - nothing graphic or too suggestive, I promise, but it's better to be safe than sorry, right? Dated to roughly mid to early February

       The sun was starting to descend into the western waters when a silver and iridescent shape crept through the forests of El Dorado, She was alone with none of her adornments and her scent disguised with forest and sea salt scents. Even her fur was disguised by rolling in ash and mud, now a brown-furred Aviari with grey feathers.

       Pualani's appearance change wasn't something she enjoyed but she did want to flex her Raven status. Her appearance was now thoroughly disguised, no longer looking anything like the Aviari of El Dorado and hopefully hiding her allegiance to the hidden kingdom. She was proud of herself for doing so and she was quick to head to the tunnels that led out of El Dorado.

       To be caught like this - no matter the reason for - would make the Riverine bastard the laughing stock of her pack. And that was something she was fiercely against.

       There was also an ache deep inside of her, something that she wouldn't easily be able to rid herself of. She was still unfamiliar with such but her best idea was to just stretch her legs. It must be wanderlust, right?

Code:

[css=]
[customsoftbox700=clear; background: #F5F2ED; max-width:90%;] [div class=arnouxpost]

[/div][/customsoftbox]

[Arnoux]

[       A large chocolate and white form padded through the darkening forest with a rather miffed look on his face. He wasn't thrilled about his current situation, sopping wet and covered in mud from sliding into a watery ditch. His red feathers were the only part of his body to escape the mud bath.

       Arnoux was thankful for only one thing, he had left his mother's satchel - his most prized possession - hidden in his den. That was the only thing he could be thankful for when he was soaking and covered in mud. It wasn't like he had spent his entire life in a freaking jungle and it showed with his unfamiliarity with the terrain.

       But then the lightning-eyed bastard caught sight of a tiny form with rather dull colors. She didn't smell too much like the pack but neither did he - well, not at this moment. She was heading towards the tunnel that led to the lands outside of the pack lands. He didn't know too much about the pack he now called home but he knew one thing, leaving wasn't advised.

       Mademoiselle? You know you aren't too leave pack lands, the red-feathered Aviari-dire called as his long strides brought her close to the female. While she didn't smell like the pack, she carried a natural scent that the Sparrow didn't recognize but instinctually knew that it meant something.