Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-31191359-20180331031029/@comment-32392816-20180408014030

Bloodstain decided to find out what lay at the bottom of the pool, so he took his pack and began to paddle. They were excellent swimmers and breath-holders. His paws paddled powerfully in front of him, and soon he found what should have been the bottom, but the bottom wasn't there. Bloodstain's paws stuck out into air that crackled with heat and hatred.

He tried to signal to the pack to stop, to turn back and swim up, but he fell through the hole. Of course, the rest dove through after him. After falling for what felt like hours through the uncomfortable heat and tense atmosphere, he crashed to a halt on an even hotter floor. Rocks poked furiously at his flanks and pricked his paws as he stood up, careful to catch the pack. and set them lightly on the floor. Heat crackled along his thick black pelt, and he shuddered uncomfortably. Lookign around, he spotted a three-headed beast guarding many creatures, including a brutally battered cockatrice.

(goodness i was into that one