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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 11:05 am
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Hal-shikasta was not concerned with getting mud on her fur, but then, she'd grown up with the stuff, and spent most of her days with at least her legs muddy, and usually most of the rest of her. It wasn't necessarily intentional - she didn't go rolling in the stuff unless it was really intolerably hot - but when you live in a swamp, it just sort of happened, and she wasn't fussed about washing it off. In short, she was dirty and she didn't give a s**t. Certainly not enough to find somewhere to wash off, as venturing into deep water was generally inadvisable.
It was also getting harder to find, besides. Things in the swamp had been getting gradually drier, although no real acknowledgement of it had been made. Everyone knew it was happening, but it wasn't like there was anything to be done for it.
It was inevitable, ambling about as she was, that Shika would come across someone, but it was no less annoying for it. The lioness huffed quietly and tried to pass by without geting tangled up in a conversation.
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