Unwanted Tenants
Dec 9, 2015 9:34:49 GMT
Post by epitaxis on Dec 9, 2015 9:34:49 GMT
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Not all seeking shelter from the rain and death stand on two legs...
The recent upkeep in supplies around the Sundered Desolation have been kept up quite nicely for the time being! Though this hasn't gone unnoticed by some of the more, diminutive survivors around Kalaram. Packages have holes nibbled, scratched, and torn into them especially those which have the promise of food. Many pillows and stuffed animals (If you do have them, grow up and get back to work!) have their feathers or stuffing removed and numerous carpets are missing their corners of fibers. This is all especially present down stairs around the bunk beds in which a musty smell seems to always linger now.
Survivors are caught by surprise by the sight of small thin rodents scampering for cover the moment they're spotted, sullying the hard fought supplies of our heroes, spreading and streaking disease through the Desolation, and ruining naps from the scritching of tiny claws and squeeks just out of sight. They seem to get noisy and far more bold after the first toll of the bell. During dark hour some would even say they get a fair bit more aggressive even, biting and screeching to get what they want before scampering off back to cover...
Not all seeking shelter from the rain and death stand on two legs...
The recent upkeep in supplies around the Sundered Desolation have been kept up quite nicely for the time being! Though this hasn't gone unnoticed by some of the more, diminutive survivors around Kalaram. Packages have holes nibbled, scratched, and torn into them especially those which have the promise of food. Many pillows and stuffed animals (If you do have them, grow up and get back to work!) have their feathers or stuffing removed and numerous carpets are missing their corners of fibers. This is all especially present down stairs around the bunk beds in which a musty smell seems to always linger now.
Survivors are caught by surprise by the sight of small thin rodents scampering for cover the moment they're spotted, sullying the hard fought supplies of our heroes, spreading and streaking disease through the Desolation, and ruining naps from the scritching of tiny claws and squeeks just out of sight. They seem to get noisy and far more bold after the first toll of the bell. During dark hour some would even say they get a fair bit more aggressive even, biting and screeching to get what they want before scampering off back to cover...
