Tail Cleaning, Nyah! [Slightly NSFW]
Cinna stared at her tail. It has been glowing for sometime since the end of her journey into the catacombs of Ul’dah. She tried everything that she had learned in the world of Outsiders: cold baths, hot baths, soups and elixirs. However, her tail stayed glowy. The tip of the tail was slightly dull, but that was where her blue tip helped dampen the glow. However, the substance was holding fast, as stubborn as angry aldgoat.
She eyed her glowing tail and lashed it briefly, as if trying to flick off the troublesome substance. There appears to be one alternative, as she licked her lips. A skill passed down her tribe, the Falling Stars, and of which seemed applicable in this circumstances. While typically used to negate foreign scent, it appears this may be the ideal opportunity to utilize her traditional skills. A predator needs to negate its scent; this is instinctual, and her tribe are among those in Eorzea whom are closest to those kinds of instincts.
From a young age, Cinna and her half-siblings learn to lick themselves scentless; often smudging on dirt or snow or other things after, to further camouflage their bodies. Such tendencies might've been curtailed by civil living, such as baths, but so far those Outsider techniques have proven inefficient.
She was alone in her room, the others had left to do their own things and no visitors were expected. Cinna walked up to the counter and took out two stone bowls, a stick with cotton wrapped around it, and a bag of herbs. She filled one of the bowls with water., while leaving the other empty. Cinna moved through the selection of herbs within the pouch, before choosing a few herbs and chewing gum. She plopped the herbs into her mouth and began chewing to stir their adhesive properties, then she began work on her glowing tail.
The base of the tail was beyond her flexibility; however, the rest of it was within reach. She worked her way down from her pride, the blue tip at the end of her tail. At first, it seemed like it wouldn’t work, but slowly the material was removed as her ‘tongue’ implement worked. Her ears flickered playfully as she worked down the base of the tail, towards the very end of her reach. Every so often, she would stop and try to spit out what she accumulated into a nearby bowl.
As she worked down, Cinna occasionally found herself hitting sensitive areas of her tail, and she grunted involuntarily as she cleaned those sensitive areas. Up and down, left and right, she thoroughly cleaned her tail of the foreign substance. It tasted weird, and her survival skills told her it was probably poisonous in large quantities. However, she judged that it wouldn’t be enough to harm her in any permanent or long-term way, and continued removing the substance with tongual thoroughness; like Angry Orrin at a night in the Quicksand place, scraping up random Outsider women.
Soon, she had cleaned as much of the tail as she could, although the base of her tail eluded her flexibility, which was already considerable. She got up and spat as much as she could into empty bowl, before plopping the gum into her mouth. She chewed and moved the gum around as a means of removing any foreign material in her mouth; it was slightly different from the plant material she used back north in the sept, but Cinna determined that it was compatible. One needs to take risks, like S’imba always does.
Her hands took the stick with cotton and she began wiping off her tail with the cloth; at times, she would unconsciously purr as she moved over the cleaned sensitive areas, it doesn’t appear that glowy at present. Occasionally, she would dip the stick into the water-filled bowl and let the residue clean off, before continuing. Finally, she looked at her now-groomed tail, and gave it a playful lash. Aside from small glowing at her tail’s base, it was largely cleaned off; the former could be hidden just by wearing a covering over it until she finally sheds the fur off naturally.
She spat the gum, which was glowing… now. And plopped another wad of gum into her mouth, ears flickering, while emitting what vaguely sounded like purring. This mayhap take a while, but for now, she was clean.
Cinna stared at her tail. It has been glowing for sometime since the end of her journey into the catacombs of Ul’dah. She tried everything that she had learned in the world of Outsiders: cold baths, hot baths, soups and elixirs. However, her tail stayed glowy. The tip of the tail was slightly dull, but that was where her blue tip helped dampen the glow. However, the substance was holding fast, as stubborn as angry aldgoat.
She eyed her glowing tail and lashed it briefly, as if trying to flick off the troublesome substance. There appears to be one alternative, as she licked her lips. A skill passed down her tribe, the Falling Stars, and of which seemed applicable in this circumstances. While typically used to negate foreign scent, it appears this may be the ideal opportunity to utilize her traditional skills. A predator needs to negate its scent; this is instinctual, and her tribe are among those in Eorzea whom are closest to those kinds of instincts.
From a young age, Cinna and her half-siblings learn to lick themselves scentless; often smudging on dirt or snow or other things after, to further camouflage their bodies. Such tendencies might've been curtailed by civil living, such as baths, but so far those Outsider techniques have proven inefficient.
She was alone in her room, the others had left to do their own things and no visitors were expected. Cinna walked up to the counter and took out two stone bowls, a stick with cotton wrapped around it, and a bag of herbs. She filled one of the bowls with water., while leaving the other empty. Cinna moved through the selection of herbs within the pouch, before choosing a few herbs and chewing gum. She plopped the herbs into her mouth and began chewing to stir their adhesive properties, then she began work on her glowing tail.
The base of the tail was beyond her flexibility; however, the rest of it was within reach. She worked her way down from her pride, the blue tip at the end of her tail. At first, it seemed like it wouldn’t work, but slowly the material was removed as her ‘tongue’ implement worked. Her ears flickered playfully as she worked down the base of the tail, towards the very end of her reach. Every so often, she would stop and try to spit out what she accumulated into a nearby bowl.
As she worked down, Cinna occasionally found herself hitting sensitive areas of her tail, and she grunted involuntarily as she cleaned those sensitive areas. Up and down, left and right, she thoroughly cleaned her tail of the foreign substance. It tasted weird, and her survival skills told her it was probably poisonous in large quantities. However, she judged that it wouldn’t be enough to harm her in any permanent or long-term way, and continued removing the substance with tongual thoroughness; like Angry Orrin at a night in the Quicksand place, scraping up random Outsider women.
Soon, she had cleaned as much of the tail as she could, although the base of her tail eluded her flexibility, which was already considerable. She got up and spat as much as she could into empty bowl, before plopping the gum into her mouth. She chewed and moved the gum around as a means of removing any foreign material in her mouth; it was slightly different from the plant material she used back north in the sept, but Cinna determined that it was compatible. One needs to take risks, like S’imba always does.
Her hands took the stick with cotton and she began wiping off her tail with the cloth; at times, she would unconsciously purr as she moved over the cleaned sensitive areas, it doesn’t appear that glowy at present. Occasionally, she would dip the stick into the water-filled bowl and let the residue clean off, before continuing. Finally, she looked at her now-groomed tail, and gave it a playful lash. Aside from small glowing at her tail’s base, it was largely cleaned off; the former could be hidden just by wearing a covering over it until she finally sheds the fur off naturally.
She spat the gum, which was glowing… now. And plopped another wad of gum into her mouth, ears flickering, while emitting what vaguely sounded like purring. This mayhap take a while, but for now, she was clean.
