Mimora was having one of the nicest dreams in a while. Meat and cheese were arranged into a throne, which she had sat upon and napped. It was amazing. It truly was.
But then, the sensation of the water Mimora had been resting in had all but vanished. Her feral instincts reared its head, causing her to snap open her eyes and look around. It was wasteland everywhere, with one big black stick in the middle. Gross.
Mimora stood and saw vaguely familiar faces around, and decided with a sigh to head towards the gathering group, making sure to stay on the edge in case she needed to run.
But then, the sensation of the water Mimora had been resting in had all but vanished. Her feral instincts reared its head, causing her to snap open her eyes and look around. It was wasteland everywhere, with one big black stick in the middle. Gross.
Mimora stood and saw vaguely familiar faces around, and decided with a sigh to head towards the gathering group, making sure to stay on the edge in case she needed to run.
