07-19-2018, 02:44 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]Aya was, in fact, coming from the opposite direction. Not as in she was coming toward Malphas and Abathur, but rather, she was presently emerging from the swamp with a live and kicking frog in her mouth. She was likely still recognisable, but her fur was coated in a thick layer of swamp, though she didn't seem to care. After all, she had finally caught one of the most irritatingly quick animals in the marsh. The swamp thing didn't really notice there were other people till she caught Malphas in her peripheral vision, the tortoiseshell turning toward them and then looking up to where the pair's gaze was.
"I' 'a' a 'oken 'e'?" Aya said unintelligibly, given that there was still a frog kicking for its life in her jaws and she didn't want to risk putting it down. Using her claws, she removed the frog gently and spat out whatever of the swamp had made its way into her mouth, before calling up to Stocking, "If you fall, keep your mouth closed. Swallowing any the swamp is a surefire way to mutate unfavourably or die." That was definitely reassuring.
"I' 'a' a 'oken 'e'?" Aya said unintelligibly, given that there was still a frog kicking for its life in her jaws and she didn't want to risk putting it down. Using her claws, she removed the frog gently and spat out whatever of the swamp had made its way into her mouth, before calling up to Stocking, "If you fall, keep your mouth closed. Swallowing any the swamp is a surefire way to mutate unfavourably or die." That was definitely reassuring.