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Drip drip dripIn these tunnels water is never far off, if you're not in a drainage room, you'll surely be near a leaking pipe, and if not that, well don't forget the puddles covering the moss underfoot, turning areas of the ground into more of an ice rink than moldy stone floors. For some, this water was a disgusting chore to avoid while they were confined here in their single tailed forms. For some however this water fueled their abilities, be it the foxes who are directly in tune with the water or if they controlled a mix of water and another element.Drip drip drip in Short Stories
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Perched upon a pipe in this darkness was one of those who needed water for their affinity. Not only that but she had two tails so if she really wanted she could move up to the slums above if the stench of the water and the pitch black darkness were too much.
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Even so, she stayed. Call it being a wimp, or call it knowing herself well now. She could see it now, there’d be a shiny new bell rolling on the ground up there an