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BrokenShackles represses a bark-laugh at Alison's comment. She had no idea... <<You cant handle it.>>
She tries her best to follow the scent leading off of the diseased droppings. She shakes her head, trying to clear her nose of the rank sewer stench, and manages to continue along quietly despite the muck and sewage. Fucking sewers.... ugh.
Stealth and Sniff
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Alison chuckled to herself and she trails close behind. She glanced frequently over her shoulder back the way they came as she went to make sure they were not being followed. She also watched and mentally marked the passages that diverted from their path or ladders leading up to the surface that they passed. It was all business and no time for horseplay right now.
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You all can smell that the rat was getting excited over something. He was quite agitated when he left this spot. And indeed, the rat's trail becomes straighter, less wandering.
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Michael glances at the others, his voice extremely quiet now. <<Close. Be careful.>> He continues to follow the trial, his nerves now sharpeneed by whatever's coming, he has no idea at all what they're about to face, and his movements and stance give small signs of this tenseness, although there's a fair amount of excitment in there as well.
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Brokenshackles takes Michael's word for it and simply nods her head. She moves a little closer, but not too close to him and gets ready. Padding forward quietly as she can, she is prepared to launch into a burst of action should their target pop up.
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Alison just nodded and kept following the others. Most of her time was again still facing backward and she almost bumped into BrokenShackles a couple of times. So it was either scared away from this spot or something drew its attention away from here. I wonder which.
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Mystery roll success?
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You all proceed on unhindered. The smell has gotten stronger, as if your quarry is spending much more time in this area before proceeding. Also, your spiritual senses are noticing that the gauntlet is getting weaker as you go further.
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Michael stops, his ears flattening against his head and his fur prickling, he thinks for a moment, various ideas flowing through his head as he studies the situation they've come across. He steps back and slowly changes to Dalu, taking his time to avoid any possible noise. His body is quite rangy and mostly unmarked by scars, slender muscles underneath his skin. With the change done he steps over to Alison and lightly rests a hand on her head, the intent look on his face quite different from the playful one that he showed before. He speaks in a whisper as quietly as he can manage, while still being possible for her and Broken Shackles to hear.
<<Pack sister, Alison, I need one of the..>> He pauses to find the right word in the First Tongue. <<ever burning fires in your container please.>> He glances between them both, bendiong down slightly. <<There is just one I think. I can distract it and turn it so its back faces you, then you can bring it down from behind. But you need to stay in the shadows behind me, so only I am seen, do you both agree?>>
He smiles with a decidedly feral look, clearly looking forward to the fight to come.
To Catch A Dragon
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