fourteen - no heart - Heyel's soul - Spirane
sister of warlow, dam of sven *adopted*
this is her in blackouts


So she had done it, well the beginning of it. She had kept to herself lately since the task passed down from Daenery's. It would be better that she kept away from those around her to better create the effect she wanted when the time came. And so she had done that, though it was easy since her friend had not been around for some time. She wondered where Ailith had been but just this morning had spotted her in the distance near the border. It was divine intervention, she thinks, for it posed a wonderful opportunity if played right. Natu had quickly loped out of Spirane and dodged any of her pack mates while doing so. A flat out run had left her breathless and alert as she had neared the edges of Iromar where the swamplands reached out past the border of Andras's territory and into the wilds. Her sense had been heightened and for a moment she had pondered sneaking off into the demon country to exact some sort of vengeance upon the black she-wolf who had created much drama for her life.

Then with a shake of her head she had proceeded with her original plan, finding a smaller spot of water and watching it for a short time to make sure it did not contain an alligator. It wouldn't do to be eaten while on her mission. Might put a damper on things you know? Once she was assured of her safety she had growled at herself and then leaped into the murky water. It was absolutely disgusting and foul smelling for the water contained dead animals. The vegetation had begun to die and decompose and the stench of it was god-awful. But it would easily overpower her own smell. She ducked under plenty of times and rubbed her body in the dark mud and clay until no white shone out on her body. Instead she was a mix of deep browns and lighter streaks.

Honestly she looked awful.

The only thing about her she could not change was the pale blue of her eyes, but that could be distracted from with the right act. Natu let the sun dry the mud and dirt into her fur until was cakelike and would not slough off with her movements. Pleased with the thickness but not the stench she had begun her trek back to the mountain pack.

Natu had changed her walk from her normal graceful movements to a creature that slinks, her shoulders held higher than her head and her tail swishing back and forth like a pendulum. She must play this part to the fullest.

When she arrives at the border of Spirane she is no longer Natu, just some strange creature with the scent of swamp land on her body - some might think that indicated she was from Iromar - and she waits near the border, pacing back and forth. Her lips peel back with a snarl and it rips from her, feral, alive, and oh so very loud. If Ailith is nearby then she would surely come to see who waited entrance - hopefully Natu's movements, incredibly dirty fur, and opposite attitude will be enough to distract from her eyes, enough to make Ailith go on guard at once. But who will know?