Flemyng let Molotov lead the way, smiling as he gestured with a paw. The pair wre quick to take a look at the members of the clan, see into their desperate struggle into the heart of what keeps them going from day after day.
The pair headed down the tunnels, torwards the direction of the next clan, plans formulating. A collection of mischief was in mind, harmless but added up would be a lot. The vayrons alone would be a strange presence, putting their targets on edge even if they were to just smell them, allowing their pranks to land even harder than usual.
They didn't have a lot of materials to work with, and the tunnels closest to the caves belonging to The Forgotten were pretty picked clean, but as they drew further way, more trash and spare pieces of materials left behind and well, forgotten. The pair were easily able to grab a few items to make things work, and set off to put together a collection of pranks.
Behind them, crowding the tunnels, haedians from the clan they had left were gathered in the shadows, waiting, watching, curious as to what would unfold. They were a silent audience, captivated by the idea of the strangers, eyes glittering with anticipation.
A hunted snake on a string, drug behind an unsuepecting victim to spook them. Stickly liquid spilled on a heavily walked pathway, either causing someone to slip or to get gunk stuck on their paws. A grease like substance on doorknobs, causing them to be hard to turn. Items switched around when no one was looking, causing confusion. Plenty of opportunity to cause chaos and harmless fun, and the lacework male enjoyed seeing the usually sullen Mol seem to have enjoyment in the tasks, as that small mischevious smile found it's way on his face more than once.
Flemyng himself had even grabbed a tattered cloth, draping it across his back and leapt out from the shadows, using the cloth to appear as if he had wings between his legs, scaring an unsuspecting victim.
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Flemyng let Molotov lead the way, smiling as he gestured with a paw. The pair wre quick to take a look at the members of the clan, see into their desperate struggle into the heart of what keeps them going from day after day. The pair headed down the tunnels, torwards the direction of the next clan, plans formulating. A collection of mischief was in mind, harmless but added up would be a lot. The vayrons alone would be a strange presence, putting their targets on edge even if they were to just smell them, allowing their pranks to land even harder than usual. They didn't have a lot of materials to work with, and the tunnels closest to the caves belonging to The Forgotten were pretty picked clean, but as they drew further way, more trash and spare pieces of materials left behind and well, forgotten. The pair were easily able to grab a few items to make things work, and set off to put together a collection of pranks. Behind them, crowding the tunnels, haedians from the clan they had left were gathered in the shadows, waiting, watching, curious as to what would unfold. They were a silent audience, captivated by the idea of the strangers, eyes glittering with anticipation. A hunted snake on a string, drug behind an unsuepecting victim to spook them. Stickly liquid spilled on a heavily walked pathway, either causing someone to slip or to get gunk stuck on their paws. A grease like substance on doorknobs, causing them to be hard to turn. Items switched around when no one was looking, causing confusion. Plenty of opportunity to cause chaos and harmless fun, and the lacework male enjoyed seeing the usually sullen Mol seem to have enjoyment in the tasks, as that small mischevious smile found it's way on his face more than once. Flemyng himself had even grabbed a tattered cloth, draping it across his back and leapt out from the shadows, using the cloth to appear as if he had wings between his legs, scaring an unsuspecting victim.
2024-02-28 12:57:21
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