03-03-2019, 06:10 PM
[align=center]action — "speech" — thoughts
[div style="background: linear-gradient(to right, #464C5A, #757f96, #464C5A); width: 500px; height: 2px;"]The feline's ghastly form perched atop a gravestone, his shoulders jutting from his back due to his horrendous posture in a painful appearance. His calls had summoned those participating in the Pitt raid to the graveyard, perhaps an unsightly place to hold a war rally, but it proved appropriate. Within sight lay the freshly exhumed grave of Volatiletimes, now covered with crumbled soil and an assortment of flowers that were just beginning to wither. It was an emotional spot, meant to fill the hearts of those that were acquainted to him with a newfound vexation for the enemy.
His jade eyes glowed with a desire as his jaws opened to speak, and his tail lashed into the air. "We leave soon," Crow began, straightening himself. "Our area of focus is their camp; we want to hit them where it hurts as hard as we possibly can."
"Leroy pointed out that there is a series of tunnels that spans beneath the ground on their territory, so they must have an entrance where we will be. On top of keeping them off of our backs will be to locate that entrance and..." His alabaster paws gestured to several buckets placed to the side which a foul scent emanated from, and one could easily guess what was inside. Guts, skin, flesh, all remnants of Beck's oddities left out too long in the humid temperatures, and oh boy it smelled ripe. "We smoke them out of there."
"We've gone over the signals already, so I believe that we are ready to depart if no one has any last thoughts."
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