The Haunted Forest RPG

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Kaz was alone in the forest, with not a single worry in the world. He was just listening to the sounds of the birds and the stillness as he walked.
 
Zahir dies of blood loss due to hemorrhage from the jab in his guts, along with his thigh and down his side. As he passes, he lets out a gasping sigh, his eyes rolling towards the ceiling. His venom glands leak a little. Whoever cleans up this mess will need to be careful with his body!
 
Slygotha the Broodmother surveys her whelps. They have grown steadily (since I last posted about her) and are now the size of ponies. Due to natural losses, she lost several broodlings, and has gone from 14 tumbling broodlings to 11 venomous whelps. Her young zip and cavort inside her cavernous den, while she looks on. Most large prey has been decimated by her ravenous young for 20 miles around now, and she knew it was only a matter of time before the lack of prey animals caused her to raid a nearby village out of necessity. Being a poison type dragon meant different tactics from other types, she preferred to be defensive rather than offensive.
Grunting at her whelps, she gathered them together to prepare to leave the den.
She was so proud of her little ones, they had started to improve their poisonous breath, and with practice, they were slowly gaining control of the ebb and flow of it. Zooming around in fluorescent green and shiny black scales, with brightly colored wings to advertise their toxic nature, they chattered and squabbled while heeding the Broodmother's call.
 
Ezria blinks furiously in the blackness, his clothes heavy and sodden. As his body relaxes his claws withdraw to their usual rough stubs, his ragged coat of fur shrinking back, revealing his battered and bruised skin. He wheezes as he takes another deep breath, his chest falling down heavily as he exhales. The room is suddenly silent, the stench of death lingering in the air like unsettled dust. The door which Ezria broke sits partially open, a small crack allowing the hardness of the light to flood in, illuminating the room with a dull, cold blue-grey tinge, contrasting with the warm, crimson-red blood which flowed like streams across the stone floor.
 
( Gee, Ezria survived so far, and he's gonna get a ton of money for all those heads from Revan and his cronies. Jealous!
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