<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/7f/3b/bd/7f3bbdd6def0733ed91a929a4a1ada8c.jpg)</div><strong>Mishka</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yS9TTTwf-B_rLBCjIT9qZT64Z-1botUEjcUD5H0WHW8/edit)<br/><br/>"You know because I told you it doesn't smell like any bomb I have ever encountered before." The voice carried from inside the kitchen area of the shack. She had, however, claimed that it smelled suspicious and that that was the ONLY reason Jarond had walked in on her, in full fur, rubbing her chin against it.<br/>Now she had changed, pale skin clad in one of her usual outfits as she lazed about on a large sack of rice. Nibbling on whatever piece of edible she had been able to get her fingers on.<br/><br/>