Having lost several pounds of debris by the end of it, Liss had to admit... she was a little less itchy now. But now soaked straight through her fur to pink skin, it was COLD.
I'm going to FREEZE to DEATH.She lamented in a sing-songy wail, putting a paw to a forehead and playful dramatization.
Heartbroken and dirtless in the cruel autumn! You've slain me! I am slain.
She abruptly stopped her wriggling and ragdolled into the water instead.
Let the current take me away... Like the heroes of eld... The bugs will hold me a funeral.
Her head de-ragdolled in alarm,
But wait, how will the bugs know I'm friendly without my sticks and leaves? Nooooo! You've robbed me of even a noble death! Ala-aaaas!
I love IC spontaneity & drama! So if it's what your character would do, let 'em attempt it!

