It had been an exciting adventure for Mio, a small tip, a small treasure hunt, nothing she would bother her usual partner over though. It was going to be a small score she thought, a simple treasure left by pirates and bandits who were still very much alive as opposed to the usual treasure trove left behind by the legendary dead ones. If there was some decent equipment there, she'd hopefully be able to afford something nice for the coming week for food without relying on cheap junk. It was with such hopeful anticipation that Mio found herself hoping down from a small fishing ship with a wave and a thank you for a free ride to a small island that concealed a small disheveled ruin that was her target.
With her things organized, including her inks and exploration tools Mio began to set out with a measure of caution, pushing her way through bushes, over tree roots and overgrown paths. These small ruins surely had a history Mio wasn't that aware of, but she hadn't come for some kind of historical artifact or piece of art, instead brushing off the occasional fancy broken pillar or decorated wall as she proceeded further to try and find evidence of gatherings and parties pirates might have during a break. "Lets see... It was inside one of the ruins, deep down, a little dangerous but what're the odds pirates are still here huh?" She mused, but an occasional footprint only made her wearily laugh. Not wanting to attract any dangerous attention she began covering her tracks with her tail. The long fox tail brushing the soil and grasses to try and hide traces of her as she passed by.
Along the way she got more and more anxious as time passed, trying to make sure she was armed and ready she tensed and flexed her fingers, black shadow dripped down from her sleeves until black ink stained her hands and became thin delicate claws. Likewise the shadows form her tail's furs began to thicken and cover her tail tip until it was churned and pointed as a calligraphy brush giving it a quick sweep to make sure the tip was properly formed before continuing. Occasionally along the path she'd mark a tree, a wall a point with a mark to make sure she had an escape route, slapping some ink on them as she went with the tail. Her ink had always been her most useful weapon and tool, so as she continued onward she made sure it was prepped and ready. Just as she began to approach the entry point though, she paused by the door, peering inside the wide opening a few times, seeing it lead down. The torches were still lit, but Mio mused about how best to sneak in with only one entrance.
@Ronja Bubblyfoot
With her things organized, including her inks and exploration tools Mio began to set out with a measure of caution, pushing her way through bushes, over tree roots and overgrown paths. These small ruins surely had a history Mio wasn't that aware of, but she hadn't come for some kind of historical artifact or piece of art, instead brushing off the occasional fancy broken pillar or decorated wall as she proceeded further to try and find evidence of gatherings and parties pirates might have during a break. "Lets see... It was inside one of the ruins, deep down, a little dangerous but what're the odds pirates are still here huh?" She mused, but an occasional footprint only made her wearily laugh. Not wanting to attract any dangerous attention she began covering her tracks with her tail. The long fox tail brushing the soil and grasses to try and hide traces of her as she passed by.
Along the way she got more and more anxious as time passed, trying to make sure she was armed and ready she tensed and flexed her fingers, black shadow dripped down from her sleeves until black ink stained her hands and became thin delicate claws. Likewise the shadows form her tail's furs began to thicken and cover her tail tip until it was churned and pointed as a calligraphy brush giving it a quick sweep to make sure the tip was properly formed before continuing. Occasionally along the path she'd mark a tree, a wall a point with a mark to make sure she had an escape route, slapping some ink on them as she went with the tail. Her ink had always been her most useful weapon and tool, so as she continued onward she made sure it was prepped and ready. Just as she began to approach the entry point though, she paused by the door, peering inside the wide opening a few times, seeing it lead down. The torches were still lit, but Mio mused about how best to sneak in with only one entrance.
@Ronja Bubblyfoot