The Streets of Fandom; Thursday [ 03/25 ].
This was probably not a good idea at all. Still sore from two days ago, with a moon all too quickly waxing toward full, Angua was in the streets again in her most efficient prowling mode, trying to cut through the fog still and locate the source of these strange creatures, especially they didn't look as if they were going anywhere else any time soon. Besides, what else was she going to do? Answer phones? Not bloody likely.
So, there she was, the streets again, nose low to the ground and trying to follow very annoying erratic and criss-crossing lines of monkeypony scent, mingled with that awful fog that was making her eyes water and her nose tingle worse the more she was exposed to it. Again, probably not a good idea at all. But it was the only idea she had.
[[ aaaand, again, open for interaction, as well as a catch-all for anyone else who might like to use the streets for beastie and fog fun! Identity of wolf NFB, please, again, too! ]]
So, there she was, the streets again, nose low to the ground and trying to follow very annoying erratic and criss-crossing lines of monkeypony scent, mingled with that awful fog that was making her eyes water and her nose tingle worse the more she was exposed to it. Again, probably not a good idea at all. But it was the only idea she had.
[[ aaaand, again, open for interaction, as well as a catch-all for anyone else who might like to use the streets for beastie and fog fun! Identity of wolf NFB, please, again, too! ]]