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| Sceotend Russet | Oct 9 2008, 12:05 AM |
 
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"No help coming, crazy beasts with no real skill, 's all good." Sceo didn't know if the other squirrel could see the smile she flashed in the darkness of the cave. She did know that it was hardly the most sincere expression that had ever crossed her face. Then again, she'd probably told worse lies before, too. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. The squirrel shook her head quickly to keep the creeping anxiety from becoming a reality. From what Talyn had just said, this was the best place to be when facing these particular creatures. Besides the Fort, of course, but there were some things you just didn't mention to yourself, because it would just make yourself irritated that certain things weren't the case. She pulled an arrow from her quiver and knocked it to her bowstring, letting it hang for a moment while she pulled her dirk from her belt and slid it between her teeth, creeping closer to the entrance. Shrieks and crazed calls echoed through the woods. The drum came nearer, the cave trembled around them. And then the first of the Tunnerack appeared at the entrance. An arrow embedded in his chest and he fell, gurgling and still frothing. As he fell, the flood behind him was unleashed. |
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