What better place to hide your tracks then in the swamp, his dark paws were already covered in the muck he was moving through the swamp at a decent speed ignoring the twigs and leaves getting tangled in his otherwise pristine ivory mane or the beginnings of it anyway. The feathers tied to his mane on his left side were unharmed, and he refused to part with them yet. They were gifts from his bird friends. Carefully he started to wipe his tracks with his tail as he went before suddenly climbing up into a tree nearby and hiding amongst its branches. Curious to see if he had hidden all his tracks.
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September Y13
Fall
Though the air is still warm and the sun is bright, the summer is beginning to wane and, with it, the humidity has started to die down. It is a welcomed relief for the inhabitants of the jungle, as more moderate weather will mean that the rainforest will not feel quite as stifling, as well as those from the desert, who's early autumn will see calm winds and mild nights. For the rest of the peninsula, the change in seasons will be gradual, hinting towards the colder months that are soon to come.
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02-01-2021, 04:04 PM
+5 Cover your tracks
What better place to hide your tracks then in the swamp, his dark paws were already covered in the muck he was moving through the swamp at a decent speed ignoring the twigs and leaves getting tangled in his otherwise pristine ivory mane or the beginnings of it anyway. The feathers tied to his mane on his left side were unharmed, and he refused to part with them yet. They were gifts from his bird friends. Carefully he started to wipe his tracks with his tail as he went before suddenly climbing up into a tree nearby and hiding amongst its branches. Curious to see if he had hidden all his tracks.
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What better place to hide your tracks then in the swamp, his dark paws were already covered in the muck he was moving through the swamp at a decent speed ignoring the twigs and leaves getting tangled in his otherwise pristine ivory mane or the beginnings of it anyway. The feathers tied to his mane on his left side were unharmed, and he refused to part with them yet. They were gifts from his bird friends. Carefully he started to wipe his tracks with his tail as he went before suddenly climbing up into a tree nearby and hiding amongst its branches. Curious to see if he had hidden all his tracks.
02-02-2021, 03:41 PM
Even after all the hard work that @Castus had gone to in a bid to cover his trail, Magnus would have been far too absorbed in himself - and the unpleasantness of his surroundings - to really note any activity nearby anyway. The earth here was spongy, sticky, and clung to his limbs like tar. He was not the squeamish sort, not by any stretch of the imagination, but it was not his preferred environment and the expression plastered across his muzzle made that evident. He made no bid to conceal himself as he waded through the bog, confident in the fact that he was probably one of the bigger and badder things around here.
Well, unless you counted the crocodiles.
02-07-2021, 02:03 PM
+5 Cover your tracks
In the tree he watched a few smaller animals disregard his tracks, that wasn't who he was trying to fool. Then a much older male was passing by, he watched him approach. But he was so concelaed in his hatred for the muck that was clinging to his pelt that he didn't notice Castus' tracks or his presence. Moving to climb to another branch to follow him, but when he shifted to another branch he felt it crack under his weight and he froze. Some leaves fell down in front of Magnus and Castus practically held his breath.
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@Magnus
In the tree he watched a few smaller animals disregard his tracks, that wasn't who he was trying to fool. Then a much older male was passing by, he watched him approach. But he was so concelaed in his hatred for the muck that was clinging to his pelt that he didn't notice Castus' tracks or his presence. Moving to climb to another branch to follow him, but when he shifted to another branch he felt it crack under his weight and he froze. Some leaves fell down in front of Magnus and Castus practically held his breath.
@Magnus
02-14-2021, 12:23 PM
After another few moments of wading and cursing internally, a sound nearby - a branch cracking under pressure - would have the male's head whipping around to scan the immediate area. @Castus was lucky enough to be located on Magnus' blind side, so even after turning his head back and forth the melanistic male hadn't been able to catch any movement to reveal the younger male's location. Under his breath, the colossal beast would grumble, pushing on once more but considerably more alert to his surroundings than he had once been.