Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30921738-20180813175759/@comment-26510374-20180817153324

idea: olys and six form a camp (six calls it a settlement, it isn’t) overlooking that cave in the pine forest where six originally was and ur evil characters can uh.. be there ig if u want a Place To Stay With Interactions

anyway

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Here it was: that hole in the gentle, short hill by the coast, just how Birdie remembered it from the time she helped Boulder relocate after his old den was invaded by “monsters” as he had put it.

The lisitsa peered into the darkness of the entrance, her wings shivering as cold droplets of rain splashed down and formed tiny water streams that split upon contact with the wings’ fine hairs.

“Hello?”

After a moment of waiting, she heard a faint rumbling from inside the dark hole. “Come in.”

Birdie quickly hopped into the short but wide tunnel leading down to the den, glad to get out of the rain. Upon entry, Birdie discovered the manticore laying with his yellow eyes squeezed shut in a hammock that looked ready to snap under his weight. A crude candle burned on a stump shaped to look sort of like a chair, giving off a smoky aroma similar to fresh Lapsang Souchong.

Boulder lifted one eyelid to stare at his visitor. “Eh? Is there some kind of calamity now or are you just stopping by for a visit?”

“Well..” Birdie paused. Boulder wasn't one for proper greetings, so she felt too awkward saying hello again and decided to jump into what was on her mind. “I saw an animal-- a strange, unfamiliar one-- in a big underground cave with water in it. It smelled foreign.”

Boulder rolled onto the ground, an easy feat to pull off without injury considering that he had already been about an inch from the ground. “You sure it wasn't a hippocamp or something? Those things are weird.”

“No, it was foreign,” Birdie insisted. “It was sitting by a fire and it had a wedgelike head and a short tail--”

“One of the strangers?” Boulder interrupted.

“I.. do you think..”

“Could be. If it's strange, it's foreign. I know you're well-versed in the creatures in this land, even though you don't live in any of the little civilization there is. And I doubt-- seriously doubt-- that a new species would just pop up like that naturally.”

“Well, I thought you would know if it was a stranger. You told me you saw a lot of them when they tied you up and left.”

Boulder moved towards a box on the counter. “And the more I think about it, the more I believe it.” After opening the box with large, trembling paws, the manticore swing his large head around to look at her. “I don't know their business yet, for you can't judge someone on a first encounter, but be cautious around them.” He paused, lifting a small bag out of the box. “Tea?”

“No thank you,” said Birdie. “I've got to investigate a few things, but I'll try to stop by here again, I promise.”

Boulder sighed, looking mildly disappointed, but didn't try to convince her to stay. “Be careful, Birdie.” A rare tremor of fear had entered his voice, long enough to be noticeable. “There are things.. things out there that will hurt you. Be on your guard in the midst of these strangers, always.”

Birdie nodded quickly. “See you.” The rain had stopped by now-- seemed to have been only a short downpour-- and Birdie trotted out of the den, spread her wings and leapt into flight.