Where. Was. She. And why was she. Covered in. Mud. Like eeeeeew! Krissy laughed at herself. Naw, she grew up with a rougher crowd then those wussy girls at school. Though still, this icky gross mud was well, icky and gross. Very much so. And with in a few minutes, she wouldn't be recognizable. Her pelt colors would be covered up, till only her shape could be seen. Mayhap she really should stick to a high school and the pen. Sure, grease from a motorcycle was okay, but this? THIS? Ew. Heeeeelll no. The lucain knew though that she would have to endure it. Sadly... Very, very sadly. Changing into her human form though might be better... after all, a human's skin is easier to clean then fur. Lemme tell ya. its definately NOT easy to clean caked on mud out of fur or wingblades. That and chocolate.
How did she manage to get here anyway? Krissy had no recollection at all about how and why she got here, which was assumingly the Baian Swamps (hey, you had to pay attention to some things in class right?). Which was assumed uncrossable without one of those... um.. Moss... things. Which she knew she didn't have so pretty much meant she was screwed. Great. Just simply great, what would she do here for god knows how long? No food, water, outside contact... Wait! Cell phonage! Krissy's eyes lit up. Until she reached into her pocket with her newly transformed body and felt empty space. Crap. Just another thing gone wrong in her life.