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TOM CAT

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 "I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe."

– Tahereh Mafi


[OOC: From the 1st Campsite at The Chasms: The Cave of Glowing Pillars]

It doesn’t take long for Tom-Cat to reach the Natural Stone Bridge Ravine from the cave where he’d set up the campsite for the night, since the Glowing Pillar Cave isn’t more than a few minutes walk from the entrance to the ravine. He knows he went a bit above and beyond what was actually necessary in his role as “scout” by creating a makeshift fire pit, collecting wood, and starting a fire, but he only did it to make Miiya’s job easier, once she was settled enough to prepare their first meal on the road. Everyone else–except for Myrae and Picnic–could fling themselves into the cimmerian darkness of the ravine, for all he cared.  

The catling is still flush with irrational anger annoyance over what he sees as a piss poor job at guarding the Aeros. Of course, this purposefully completely disregards the fact that the kopils aren’t tasked with protecting only Miiya. Sure, the impartial and rational part of his mind knows that he can’t expect anyone else to care about her safety as much as he does, nor is he willing to disclose the reason(s) why her safety matters so much to him. Why she matters so much to him–he barely even knows himself, and the bond is only part of it.  Well, okay, he does know, but even acknowledging…it, makes his stomach flip in a way that’s not unpleasant, per se–it’s different, unexpected, new. It’s unexplored territory. that he wants to explore It’s provocative; it’s thrilling. It leaves him with the same sensation that one might have in a free fall through empty space over a long distance.

It’s terrifying.

He can’t think about…any of that.  At least not right now.

Instead, as he treks across the natural stone bridgeway with fast, sure steps, Tom-Cat ponders exactly what the budalls could have run into that would have necessitated direct confrontation. The catling’s tail whips back and forth as he mentally retraces his steps over the course of the day. He frowns, a furry ear twitching.

He’d stopped for a bit to eat a snack between leaving the Waterfall Lake and entering the cavern with the Purple Fern Fields, and briefly shifted into his four-legged self in order to explore an interesting smell down a side tunnel. It didn’t bear any fruit, so to speak, but even now, something about the unusual smell still tickles the back of his brain…

Either way, even though he’d entered the cavern with the weird purple ferns while still shifted, he could have picked up on the pungent, wet earth scent of the kobolds, even if he hadn’t been. He’d waited for a while before entering the field of ferns, opting instead to gain a higher vantage point and observe what he could, his attention focused on the rows of the tightly knit, purple plants. It’d been subtle, but eventually he was able to pick up on slight movements within the fern field, clocking a dozen or so kobolds moving, hidden amongst the ferns, and noting the location clusters of increased activity.  

Tom-Cat had returned back to his two-legged form before entering the field and going about doing some light kobold extermination. All said, the kobolds had ended up leaving him alone after he’d ambushed and killed the dozen or so in the fields, as well as caved in several of their foxholes.  It had allowed him to remain unmolested as he cut a path through the ferns for the group to later use when they eventually passed through.  

He thinks, pursing his lips as he lightly steps off of the stone bridge.

There had only been two or three cloakers disguised as stalactites in the cavern after the Purple Fern Fields (Terraced Stalactite Cavern), which, once he’d coaxed them into…decloaking–he snickered to himself–had finally given him a chance to test the honshu blade that he’d "borrowed" from Myrae. He may have done too good of a job when he’d sharpened the edge, because slicing through the cloakers’ fleshy “wings” was like cleaving through room temperature butter. 

He can only imagine that the group must have ignored his written warnings to, 'stay quiet' and, 'pass quickly through' the Purple Fern Field, because as he enters the Terraced Stalactite Cavern, he senses absolutely no danger–hidden, lurking, or otherwise. The catling shakes his head. 

Kobolds.  

He snickers. The only way any of the kopils can lose a fight against the greedy little creatures is if the kobolds manage to swarm and overpower them with their endless numbers. At the very least, kobolds are also more cowardly than not, and once the group crosses the boundary into the Terraced Stalactite Cavern, the pint-sized crits won't follow.  Cloakers were amongst a sizable coterie of the kobolds' many natural enemies, so there's really no way that any kobold would take even one, tiny, clawed-foot step into the neighboring cave. 

Regardless, Tom-Cat won't be satisfied until he sees Miiya for himself, so he swiftly begins backtracking over his original route as he moves through the Terraced Stalactite Cavern.

 

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TOM-CAT: Kiana Beach Battle (3/3) - ☆Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - ★Sparring - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - Stolen Kiss - ☆Not Cheshire - Returning to Her - ★Baths & Comfort - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories -★Laughter & Kisses
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate 2/2 - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Precipice - Entering the Hedge Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Into the Aegis - Button Pressing - Thunder & Honey
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Faan

The Elfmaid grasped Pioloss’s hand and pulled herself/was hauled upright. There was a shocking amount of blood on the man’s hand, and arm, and self. “Thank you, Pioloss! You’re covered in blood! Are you injured?” Faan gasped as they both ran for Picnic, passing Rigel who had unlimbered his blade to fight a rearguard action. In the momentary contact between them, the seamstress had felt tremors in the man’s arm. Those, more than his unnatural speed (Faan had been a bit distracted) indicated something was wrong with the man, as he battled his own thirst for blood as much as their little assailants.

Faan had gotten Robespierre unwrapped and now pulled on the redingote as she ran. Faan wanted the garment’s aid, but she was unwilling to let it fight on its own, lest it be captured or ensnared again, and left behind. At its urging, she bent her steps toward where her rapier stood point-down in the dirt, retrieving it before darting back behind Picnic.

Faan would follow Myrae, or whomever led them out of the fern field. She was not eager to fight, but wearing Robespierre she would be better able to defend herself against the Kobolds, so long as they were not overwhelmed by dozens of the little monsters. 


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Second Wave of Kobolds

The slaying of the lead runner by a mountainous Uman warrior convinced the army of kobolds they had been sold a bill of goods. The massed attack faltered and slowed, keeping pace with the fleeing group. The little creatures might pursue an ambush with vigor, but many of them had picked up on the idea that these intruders had slain a good number of their clan, and none wanted to be the second to join the dead of the first wave (Bolt being the first). 

Klawdmir Sputum

Even running apace behind most of “followers”, Klawdmir caught up to the lead elements as they paused before the aggressive Uman warrior and monstrous blue war golem. Seeing the backward glances from his troops, the leader clambered atop a rock near the path trampled by the intruders. From this perch he harangued his followers, stamping his scepter upon the rock and claiming victory in pushing the intruders back from this strategic point--which had been his secret objective all along. 

That got a few toothy grins and victorious snarls from his fighters, so he pointed and shouted for his horde to continue the attack on the party of adventurers. They were pushing them back! Now was the time to attack! Plunder, pillage, and push them from historic kobold lands! These exhortations were met with markedly less enthusiasm, as none of his followers were all that keen to have their limbs and heads removed by Rigel’s blade.


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Myrae

C’mon, meat! Enough messing around!” Myrae called Rigel back at about the same time the warrior disengaged the lead elements of the second wave of Kobolds. “Feathers, when we’re out of the ferns, huck one of those bottles.” She hissed, leading the group along the path toward the Terraced Stalactite Cavern.


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Miiya

Okay!” Miiya had removed one of the glass bottles from the satchel of them Tom-Cat had strapped to Picnic. “What’s this supposed to do?” Miiya wondered to herself as she felt the heft of the bottle and judged the distance to the army of kobolds. She wasn’t going to be able to throw from a moving Picnic, so she dropped to the ground and advanced a few step toward the milling horde. 


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Klawdmir Sputum

Hopping up and down and snarling, Klawdmir pointed to the smallest of their adversaries--the young Aeros who had dropped down from the war golem--calling for his fighters to take the girl. She looked pretty scrawny and wouldn’t make much of a meal, but all those feathers seemed like they would make a symbolic prize. Perhaps a cape and or headdress to commemorate his great victory. She was clearly unarmed and defenseless.


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Miiya

The noisy Kobold atop the rock looked to be at about the edge of her throwing range. However, something told Miiya it would be a good idea to toss her bottle of whatsit pretty far away from anybody she liked. She didn’t understand what the kobold was saying, but he was pointing at her and gibbering something that probably was not a compliment. 

“Oh yeah? Well kvek you! She shouted a sorta unimaginative retort, winding back and letting fly with the bottle.

Miiya was a pretty good throw. Most Aeros were, as it was advantageous to have some sort of projectile with which to defend yourself. It was hard to fly and handle any of the tools of archers with any power or accuracy. Likewise, swinging a sling and aviating was a nasty tangle just waiting to happen. So Aeros developed a pitcher’s arm. At least Aeros who were often tormented by Uman children did. Miiya being one of those, had both range and accuracy.

The molotov cocktail sailed through the air and shattered against the rock upon which Klawdmir stood. The Kobold leader wisely, though perhaps not so bravely, dove for cover from the projectile hurled by the “helpless” girl he had been exhorting his followers to kill.

It was a good thing for him, as the bottle ignited in a pretty tremendous fireball, the majority of which was absorbed by the rock--and the ferns. 

Ferns which, as it turned out, were not just flammable, but explosively inflammable. 

Oh crap!” Miiya’s crowing was somewhere between shock and delight. Delighted shock, as the entire cavern seemed to explode with flame. She, herself, had to step lively to get away from the rolling flame front that swept outward from the rock covered in burning accelerant. “Yeep!” She came tearing back through the ranks of her companions, her wings folded in as tight as she could squeeze them. Singed feathers were the absolute height of suck! Looked bad, smelled worse. 

The flames--more of an explosion really--rolling across the fern field were not all that intense. The ferns combusted at a reasonably low temperature, so the kobold army didn’t get cooked, but what they did get was more than enough to put thoughts of pursuing these strangers out of their minds. Hair was burned away, scales were singed and cracked from the heat, unmentionables were heated to a really unpleasant temperature. Any kobold unfortunate enough to be wearing or holding any sort of metal found it searingly hot, as it retained the heat of the rapidly-passing flame front and burned any flesh it contacted. Leather and cloth smoldered and caught fire. 

The result of all this was a lot of clothing, armor and most weapons being dropped by a hundred or so howling screeching kobolds that rolled in the hot ashes of the ferns, trying to extinguish any flammable bits of themselves still afire.

Having swung back atop Picnic, Miiya was pretty excited by the results of her throw. “Did you guys see that? That was awesome!!” She chirped. “Think I should throw some more?!” She bubbled, digging for another of the incendiary devices.


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Myrae

No.” Answered the drowess, trying to hide a smile with brusqueness. “C’mon.” She waved the party forward, leading them on to the Terraced Stalactite Cavern.


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"Arkahmos' two tone beard!" Pioloss cried as he hurled himself to the floor against the rapidly approaching wall of flame created by whatever-the-hells-that-was Miiya had just thrown. 

 

He hit the ground hard, all the air rushing from him in one big whoosh from the enthusiastic dive. Pioloss might not be vulnerable to sunlight in the way that full Vampires were, but he was still willing to bet that being engulfed in flames would be a very bad thing for his survival prospects indeed!

 

Fortunately, he had instinctively hurled himself at Faan, whom he had only just pulled up, protecting her from the inferno also. Unfortunately, as he realised a few moments later once the fire had died down, this had resulted in the very awkward situation of him lying on top of her.

 

"Er… sorry…" Pioloss muttered awkwardly before pulling himself off of the Elfmaid and sheepishly offering a hand up once more.

 

 


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Faan

This seems to be becoming a habit.” The elfmaid observed, looking up at Pioloss. They were close. Very close. He still smelled faintly of garlic, just as he had the last time he tackled her, aboard the merchantman. Whilst on the ground, nearly nose-to-nose with Pioloss, Faan took the opportunity to examine the rangy Uman’s face with her bi-colored gaze. Despite the garlic and kobold blood, Pioloss was a handsome man. Faan found she quite liked his weatherworn rugged features. That did not, however, explain her somewhat-fuzzy recollection of an unnatural attraction to the man on nights prior. Neither did the drink. Faan certainly was a fan of the sauce; It lowered her inhibitions and made it easier to …uman… but she was not an amorous drunk. 

Speaking of acting uman--they didn’t make a habit of staring moonily into each others’ eyes while lying in a pile on the paths of the Underneath. Faan blushed and looked away as Pioloss clambered off her and helped her to her feet. 

They had fled out of the ferns before the inferno, and it didn’t look like any of the others had thrown themselves--or their companions--to the ground. Well, I’m sure he did it out of an abundance of caution. The elfmaid thought wryly to herself as she dusted down her jacket. She was not quite sure what else to say to Pioloss. “Thank yew?” “Maybe onto a mattress next time?” Ooh, that was wicked. I think not. Faan was not in the habit of being a tease; neither whilst acting Uman or Elfy.

Miiya seemed to have sufficiently discouraged the kobolds from further aggression--by nearly turning them all to cinders with some sort of bomb, and she was enthusiastically chirping about it now that she was back aboard Picnic. The group seemed to be leaving the charred cavern and that was just fine with Faan as she followed Myrae’s lead, happy enough to have retained her cares, her hair, and her wares.


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Rigel worried as he watched  Miiya drop from Picnics back. They were far enough away from the teaming Kobold cloud that she was not in too much danger but things can change rapidly.  Then she pulled up and threw some sort of bomb and "Whooo weee,  Ok that was impressive"  The girl has and arm and whatever she threw  seemed light everything up.  Apparently she was in less danger from Kobolds than the Kobolds were in danger from her.  

 


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

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“The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.”

– Audrey Hepburn

Tom-Cat moves swiftly as he weaves in and out of the stalagmites that jut up from the rocky floor with the surefooted fluidity of a creature that has always landed on their feet.  (Well, almost–there was that one  time, but that’s something that he doesn’t like to think about too often.  Or at all.)  He lets his hindbrain navigate him safely over the terrain, as the bond guides his feet–more or less–towards Miiya.   Even without the benefit of the bond, his grey-furred ears cup and catch the shape of everything within his extensive aural range, thoughtlessly cataloging and identifying remote sounds, no matter the distance of their origins–an automatic task made all the easier as the cavern’s natural acoustics amplified even the faintest of noises in the soundscape.  

The catling isn’t exactly present as his steps ghost lightly over the terrain, instinct and intuition feeding into one another in a constant, informational flux.  Miiya’s emotions stream through the bond in a powerful flash of sensation that sparks through his senses with an electrical pulse.  The feelings through the bond are keen and intense–he feels Miiya’s anticipation mounting in his own pulse, her rising expectancy like something electric and thrilling that builds, coiling, at the base of his spine. 

It’s exhilarating.

Tom-Cat arrives at the border of the Terraced Stalactite Cavern and the Purple Fern Field just in time to see Miiya make her explosive throw with the molotov cocktail.  He stops.  The transition from movement to motionlessness is seamless.  The feeling of mounting anticipation that he’s borrowed from Miiya by way of the bond, suddenly ramps up, and her adrenaline spikes as she pitches the molotov cocktail with flairand a flare-(up).  

The ignition is instantaneous: as soon as the glass shatters against the rock and the liquid inside comes into contact with the chemical and sugar mixture within the folded paper packet that had been wrapped around the bottle, there’s a brilliant FLASH! as the compound instantly flares up and ignites in a chemical reaction.  The thick, almost jelly-like substance in the bottle catches fire nigh-simultaneously, and the various other accelerants and adhesives that Tom-Cat added to the incendiary cocktail, ensures that the substance inside the bottle, although thick, not only spreads and splatters like a liquid, but also sticks and burns.   (The assassin uses a formula that hasn’t yet failed him: a mixture of tar, polyurethane, soap–plus a few other ingredients–which, when prepared a certain way, essentially makes homebrewed napalm.  To date, the unique molotov recipe is one of the only useful things he’s ever learned from Cattus and Cattua.) 

As the catling watches the field of purple plants catch fire and burn, he can’t help but feel immensely proud of Miiya.   (Okay, he’s proud of himself, too–just a bit.  He is the one who made the firebombs–with Miiya’s help–and it is his recipe, after all. )   Anyway, Tom-Cat won’t lie: seeing the Aeros make  a jookan good throw and set both kobold and fern alight with such explosive results?  Kwesh!  That’s pretty–he snickers to himself–jookan hot.  Even as he thinks it, molten heat shudders up his spine, making him feel feverish as fire sears through him like an inferno.  He feels flames lick the surface of his bones and scorch the underside of his skin, until it feels like he’ll burn up and combust if he can’t vent some of the heat branching through his veins. 

Keh, he really needs to get a hold of himself.  

The catboy consciously relaxes into a more languid pose before any of the group crosses the boundary into the Terraced Stalactite Cavern, and if his pupils seem a little more oval than round, the effect is so subtle as to be mostly unnoticeable.  Tom-Cat gives Myrae a nod as she crosses into the cavern. He imagines that it was her idea, not Miiya’s, to lob one of the bottled firebombs at the kobolds; he knew there was a reason he liked the Drowess–she’s not afraid to choose the ‘scorched earth’ option, if it’s available.  

He offers Myrae a pleased, somewhat smug grin, charmingly flashing the tiniest bit of fang.  “Arrre you done with yourrr playdate with the kobolds, Mistrrress?” he purrs lightly, the curve of his words edged in humor.  A corner of his mouth twitches up.  I’ve alrrready taken carrre of the Cloakerrrs in this caverrrn, and some Skaven nearrr wherrre I’ve set up the firrrst campsite.”  He didn’t say ‘our’ campsite, because he didn’t plan on sleeping near any of them.  He gestures loosely towards the start of the series of terraced platforms.  “I’ll catch up to you in a moment and brrring you to the campsite…” he trails off distractedly as he sees Miiya’s flushed, excited face come into view as she looks up from digging around in the saddlebag he’d strapped to Picnic. 

Tom-Cat doesn’t consciously think about it as he catches Miiya’s eye, intent clearly written into the lines of his body as he tenses a little; he grins as he sees her eyes widen in delight and realization.  He’s not seriously pouncing at her, but he wouldn’t mind toppling her off of Picnic and pinning her on the ground, either.  He’s only half-committed when he pounces playfully at her, and, truth be told, that’s usually good enough–which is why he’s somewhat surprised and a little perturbed when Miiya manages to nimbly slip his grab.  

The catling lands smoothly on top of Picnic in a crouch and blinks down at Miiya, who’s now looking up at him from the ground next to the golem, her face flushed and grinning.  He smoothly drops into a casual repose on top of Picnic, his expression ambivalent, and only the occasional, violent twitch at the tip of his tail hints at his irritation or surprise over her evasion of his not-pounce.  The Aeros giggles up at him, her eyes twinkling, though he simply offers her a bland look in return.

Miiya makes some sort of playful quip, sounding about as overwrought as he feels, though he may not have really been paying attention–he's still wrestling with his feline core, still irrational and annoyed over his evaded pounce.  Part of him wants to shrug it off and leave her be as he slinks off to smooth over his ruffled pride get his head clear.   On the other hand, he can feel Miiya's sincerity shine brightly through the bond, along with her excitement and triumph–and he can sense desire, too, buried underneath the surface layers of slow-to-fade adrenaline.

Tom-Cat pushes a breath out through his nose and remembers that she is the whole reason he backtracked here in the first place.   When he recalls what caused him to head back towards the group, his momentary spate of cattiness fades and is replaced by concern.  He scrutinizes Miiya as he stares down at her with renewed earnestness, worry creasing his brow.  His kohl-rimmed eyes are intense as he sweeps his gaze over her from head to toe, quickly zeroing in on her split, red knuckles and the dried blood staining her skin around the already-clotted scratches on her arm. 

Teleskela!he exclaims, hopping down from Picnic in a flash, the need to confirm his bondmate’s wellbeing, overtaking all thoughts of his lightly rattled pride.

He can’t help it; Tom-Cat’s expression goes soft, though his eyes are still heavy-lidded with desire and his skin is still flush with heat–more than usual–that  continues to burn under his skin as he steps close to her and briefly slides both hands around her waist.  He swallows a sigh of relief.

You werrre hurrrt.” His voice still has a slight husk, rough with lingering want, though dark with his concern.  “Arrre you okay? If you,” his fingers tighten around her middle as he helps Miiya back onto Picnic, even though she doesn’t need it.  He looks up at the Aeros and smiles, though something heated lurks in the depths of his gaze that threatens to sear through her.  “If you can wait, I’ll wrrrap yourrr arrrm at the campsite.  It’s not farrr.

Tom-Cat starts to turn away, though twists back around a few steps away.  He peers up at Miiya through the fringe of his lashes, and the burn of his yellow-gold eyes is almost palpable.  “By the way, I saw yourrr thrrrow…”  he trails off for a moment, then suddenly shoots her a sly grin.  “Verrry imprrressive, Teleskela–I liked it a lot.

The catling turns away and jogs to the front near Myrae, and gestures for everyone to follow him to the first campsite.  He winds through the clusters of stalagmites once the terraced platforms end, confidently retracing his path as he leads them first to the Natural Stone Bridge Ravine, and then to the Cave of Glowing Pillars and to the campsite, therein. 


[OOC: Let's move to The Chasms &  into the campsite for the night]

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TOM-CAT: Kiana Beach Battle (3/3) - ☆Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - ★Sparring - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - Stolen Kiss - ☆Not Cheshire - Returning to Her - ★Baths & Comfort - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories -★Laughter & Kisses
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate 2/2 - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Precipice - Entering the Hedge Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Into the Aegis - Button Pressing - Thunder & Honey
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[Chatte]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
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The corners of Rigels mouth rose slightly as he sees Tom-Cat.  Rigel had a new greater respect for the cat man now that he had seen how effectively he had cleared a path for the group.  Then the joy he shared with Miiya.  He inexplicably started to feel safer.  Along with that feeling his body calmed and he felt tension and the burning go away.

Along with the new calm came another familiar feeling.  Regret.  Once again he had wantonly taken lives.  Taken them in a crude, barbaric and uncaring way.  We was no better than than the Kobolds that has threatened them.  No...He was less than them.

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Was it Pioloss’s imagination, or did Faan actually seem almost… No. She couldn't be. He was simply seeing what he wanted to see instead of what was actually there. He had already made a fool of himself enough times by heading down that road, and even if she was starting to feel more… inclined towards him, it would be better all round to ignore it (for now) and keep focused on the task at hand i.e staying alive.

“I know.” Pioloss replied with a wry grin and a shrug. “It’s just a shame that we can’t seem to dodge any life threatening situations onto something more comfortable than the ground?”

Unaware of how his comment had so closely mirrored Faan’s own thoughts from only moments before, Pioloss immediately began wishing for the aforementioned ground to open up and swallow him whole.

Smooth Pioloss. Real smooth. He thought with a grimace, wishing that for once he could just keep his big mouth shut as the pair followed the rest of the group out of the cavern.

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Myrae

The drowess snorted at Tom-Cat’s comment, but saved her voice rather than retort, as they left the kobold cavern behind. She had a task that needed doing, and a great big hunk of Uman who seemed as though he would enjoy doing it.

To: the Chasms


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