The mighty jungle [Private; Mysia; Arks; Syr]

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Mysia’s eyes were looking into the distance of a rich jungle filled with high trees. Its soil was mostly half-muddy. The jungle was filled with the many fragrances of water hitting sand. Mysia put his hand on his head. His eyes narrowing a little as he looked in front of him, then turned around and looked where his back would be. Then he would look left and then to the right. He made a slight painful facial expression, then he would sigh mildly. It was raining though he didn’t notice it that much. The jungle was quite thick and the trees held back most of the raindrops, though it left certain moistness behind in the jungle. It was around three PM so there was a good amount of daylight but he knew that In three four hours it would become dark.

“Uguuuuu – How did I end up here, …”

Mysia had been without food for a few hours and he was quite hungry. As he was wandering through the jungle he saw a pack of chickens. All of them ran away when they saw Mysia approach except for one. Mysia heard a familiar growl about twenty meters away from him. It was the growl of a tiger looking for its. Would he seriously have to fight a lion for a chicken? Is that life works in the jungle? In the mighty jungle. ~ Mysia sighed and gently walked backwards. The lion knew that Mysia was danger, he could smell it. Its instincts told him that Mysia was no coin to toss around with. He figured he’d lose the battle thus he moved back in a slow pace until he was about thirty meters away.

He then saw the lion approach the chicken, bite it take it with his fangs and run away. Mysia moved his hair back and turned the other way walking towards it. Mysia wondered what to do. He was walking on a steep path but he didn’t notice that very well. After a while of walking he had arrive to what seemed to be a cliff. He could use a liana to travel across it quickly. But, that would be dangerous wouldn’t it? Mysia smiled and grabbed onto the liana. He set two steps backwards and then ran to the edge of the cliff. He would tightly hold onto the vine as he was swinging across a cliff.

“UAAAAAAAAAAHAAAHAHAAAA”


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