Xialthia

“Are you sure we aren't in too deep?” “Please.” The pearl rook, enveloped by the soft glow on his coat from his natural bioluminescent spots, smiles as he carefully places his steps on the incline before them. “We could go much, much deeper than this and still make it back before supper.” Khnurn turns to look at the other rook with a confidence to rival his greenhorn insecurities. “You'll find that this route it's steep enough to be deep. Think of it as a leisurely walk underground.” “If you say so.” Jyreth, the other rook, was a faux pearl due to his genes covering his amber coat and twice the size of Khnurn. The two had come across each other by chance when, during one of his escapades, he had found the prairie indulging a hidden curiosity for his favorite subject. He couldn't fault Jyreth for being overly cautious. Unlike him, he never had a teacher. Before now that is. It didn't take much convincing to want to give him some of Ira's wealth of knowledge that had been passed

Panicked screams clenched the air tightly as it fills all surrounding ears with its song of malice. Chandraneel needs to stay on awares through the sirenous sounds as debris and bodies alike fall around the fleeing conglomerate of fluffy forms. Her loaf has joined with those leading the fray towards safety. While some have chosen to join the cascading water filling the sky as the rage of an unsatiated blood goddess seizes their peace. She is amongst the many using their own bodies as shields for the helpless. In her case, the elderly. Okko is taken aback by the sudden change in current around her as those under her charge collide with her in fearful heel turn. Before she could cry out to question the matter, its form slithers into view. A twisted being that once may have been an aerial kukuri. A mockery meant to no doubt play on Death's sympathies as well as a reminder to all living kukuri the importance of her gift. This oozing and twitching remant has been denied all freedom and