[MillietheWarrior]

The Luxard stepped into the jungle. It was hot. She felt it seeping through her tough hide. The mud squished between her toes. How disgusting.

[MillietheWarrior]

Why was she here? Oh yes, she remembered now. She was searching for something. Or someone, perhaps. She just had to find them. Deep in the swamp.

[MillietheWarrior]

The muggy atmosphere was stifling. She disliked the swamp. The air was thick and heavy. It was overpowering. The vines were difficult to get through.

[MillietheWarrior]

The vines stuck on her hide. She scowled. She wished she wasn’t so large. If she was smaller, this would be easier. But unfortunately, she wasn’t.

[MillietheWarrior]

The spikes on her body were catching on things. Mostly vines, though. The mud was squishy and uncomfortable. The water lapped at her belly. She grimaced.
[level up x 1]

[MillietheWarrior]

Her white skin was turning brown. It made her scales itch. The swampy water wasn’t safe. It wasn’t sanitary, either. She growled.

[MillietheWarrior]

She didn’t like this. It was gross. The swamp water was thick and sloppy. It felt like wading through soup. She pressed on, though.

[MillietheWarrior]

She had to make it to the heart of the swamp. Legend said there was a witch that lived there. She could help her friend. The Mekka needed his memories. He was always looking for them,

[MillietheWarrior]

The Luxard sighed. The things she did for friends. She didn’t know if this was worth it. She’d only met him recently, after all. It wasn’t like they’d known each other long.

[MillietheWarrior]

But he was good and kind. Even if he was a ghost, he was nice. And he had a good heart. He might not think he did, but she knew he did. He was a good Mekka.
[10, level up x1]

[MillietheWarrior]

He was a ghost. Or at least, he thought he was. It was unclear. But he was some kind of spirit. He wasn’t always there.

[MillietheWarrior]

She didn’t mind. He was good conversation. He was very philosophical. He made her think. She enjoyed that.

[MillietheWarrior]

The vines tugged at her. She snapped through them. Her bulk was useful, but also hindering. She plowed through the water, dislodging branches and logs. Animals skittered away. She chuckled.

[MillietheWarrior]

She had always been big. She was used to it. Most creatures ran in fear. They never got to know her. It was disappointing.

[MillietheWarrior]

Maybe if they knew her, they would not be afraid. She was a gentle giant. She had a good heart. No one ever saw that. The Mekka had, though. He was shrewd.
[level up x 1]