When they stumble in, someone calls out that Arsenic is already busy with an emergency - that's fine. That's fine. Corrode mostly needs to be off his hooves. Fetch steps inside the Gray wings' nest to help Rake keep Corrode upright, but then makes a slow retreat back out - something about the place sits ill in their chest. The stranger, Foxglove, follows after Rake, and does not depart after Fetch. "There's something to eat in there, Foxglove-" Rake murmurs, and the wiry thing s...

About his shoulders, Collapse wore a draping cloak that pushed out a cool temperature into the air around him. Collapse hadn't yet broken a sweat, unlike Terrence ahead, and Whetstone behind him to one side. By this time, Whetstone was half soaked, grey and red coat a darker color, panting audible enough for Collapse to hear it - lagging a bit behind, under their supplies. Lapse paid it no mind, simply shouldering his own half shattered greatsword, and slipping up to take the lead next to Ter...

He was here. He couldn't quite remember what or where here was anymore, but he was here. He couldn't leave. The room was cold, and the moor wind blew through missing brickwork. It was easy, when you couldn't quite move, to urge one's thoughts elsewhere, away. Into memory. He fought it for a moment, fought for awareness - but then he felt his head slip under the water, felt himself sink, away. ------------------ "This is Mister Crispin, Core. Say hello." His father's voice...

The Creature made a low clicking sound to itself as it wandered about the far reaches of the earthen furnace - on the hunt for prey, or kill, at the moment. The Teeth, it's own offspring was nestled back at camp with it's nest mate - but both itself and the Creature required a largely carnivorous diet - and in the foreign, alien mechanics of the Creature's body, it was forming something else, another of Its kind. Meat was needed - he only needed to find a source of it. Crawling along a...