Into the Depths: Investigating the Shimmering Shore Tunnels (Group 4)

Steely, bedraggled rumbles perforated past wet lips, maw creasing at the sulphuric stench.

It seems their attempts paid off, partly -- fleshy petals seized under cuspids, the pebble hit its hallmark -- however, anything they did simply maddened the worming vermin. Even the sound of crunching bones held no end to its barbarous, booming vibrato, and Lebraid conjured a rotten snarl, bellicose and thundered by cosmic tempests. Atleast their life wasn’t hung out to dry, right? Crown lumbering low, perhaps forcing it into a frenzy may truly be their only escape. She’d stalk the wolves’ movements, refusing to play part until absolutely necessary; one boy already had their ankle bludgeoned, and she, for one, would not fall victim to the same mistake. The siam-jacketed, graveyard hellion would not die here, not for them, not for anyone. Thick, stout muscles twitched with raw potency, malignity, a spell of caprice –– veins pumped with hot adrenaline, saneness becoming trifled at the thought of turning this monstrosity’s guts inside-out. She could barely sit still, pacing in calculative alacrity until the opportune moment arose.

Just a little longer.

Action. | “Speech.” | Skill.
“Wrong me once, I’ll kill you twice.”