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[attr="class","wildtag"] drea oddmund

[attr="class","wildnote"] WHAT WILL YOU DO?

[attr="class","drea i"]huh. she's not exactly a detective but... a trail of slime is slightly suspicious? the woman can't help but stare at the glistening mucus, the way it almost seems to glitter beneath the glow of the moon. there's a faint yellow color to it, just enough to seem odd in a way that she isn't familiar with. it's different from the bodily fluids she's seen in the morgue, that's for sure. and yet, she wonders where it leads. what would she find if she follows?



turns out, she'll find a dragon. a goodra, to be exact. huh, she hadn't been expecting that. an eyebrow quirks upward at the faint purple dragon as if she's not impressed. is it wrong that she had almost been hoping for some sort of slime monster? weird and certainly not real, this much she knows, but a girl could dream right?

at her heels, labrys lets out a soft growl. is it a greeting or a warning? perhaps both if she really had to think about it. her haxorus isn't the best at sharing... the goodra rumbles back in response. and before the woman can even shuffle closer, can even consider lifting a hand to wave, the slime dragon is moving on.

a moment passes, a breeze blows. then they, too, begin to move along, the soft echo of a growl following their fading figures.

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[attr="class","wildtag"] drea oddmund

[attr="class","wildnote"] WHAT WILL YOU DO?

[attr="class","drea i"]slime is abandoned, fading into the distance with one last shimmer. the walk continues and the path is seemingly long and endless. is there a destination in mind? perhaps. will she reach it by the time the moon leaves the sky and the sun peeks out across the horizon? no, it doesn't seem as though she will.

something blocks their path. a low growl escapes the dragon at her heels and in response, a low meow echoes around them.



a purrloin licks lazily at a paw, tail swishing across the ground. the feline doesn't take up much room and yet, both the woman and her companion slide to a stop at the sight. is it lost? does it belong to someone? hm. her head tilts at the thought as if a new angle of perception will somehow bring understanding. it doesn't and she's simply staring at a purple cat like it has three heads. the feline stares back, almost defiant. claws dig into dirt, tail swishing slower. another growl resonates behind her and she doesn't need eyes in the back of her head to know that labrys is irritated. the shift in mood is always palpable.

"come," she murmurs. her body angles a different way, feet shuffling to wander around the obstacle. hesitation follows the haxorus and she's glancing over her shoulder with mild curiosity. it shouldn't be surprising that the dragon doesn't want to leave. protective, even when there's no reason. sure, the cat might be up to no good and might have an old glint in its eye but that doesn't mean it's dangerous. eventually, labrys slowly begins to move to her side, narrowed eyes never leaving the purrloin's body as she goes. "let's go." drea leaves no room for questioning, no room for arguing.

their figures fade into the night and the purrloin is left by its lonesome, the paw it had been licking rising to rub at an ear. and then, it slowly slinks away to the shadows, abandoning the position it had stubbornly held.