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The sun beating down in heavy beams emphasised the dire mood of another day of unsuccessful hunts and disapointing loot brought in from scavenging. Dry, hollow bones. Stale critters barely worth a scrap of a snack. Rotten carcasses infested with bugs. Raze was getting sick of the old meat he managed to gnaw off of little morsels. Dry, chewy and barely enjoyable. He must've hit an ...

Feeling independent enough to venture away from the suffocating safety of her herd, Gwenn trudged through between narrow trees and lush shrubs. She hoped she'd find sweet berries or filling fruit on her ventures. Maybe even some good old roots or bark from a particularly herbal smelling tree. She was in good spirits, feeling lucky! Craving for some juicy snacks she’d love to find a pumpkin patch...

Thin slivers of light seeping through the crumbling roof only enforced to make the near-endless rooms and chambers feel abandoned, dusty and gray. Still, in one way, Raze admired the overgrown painted walls of the expanding cave and the small paintings below at his feet although faded. They almost looked lifelike. Like images taken from someone's eye, someone's mind, and thoughtfully put down on thin cold plates mounted on hollow rocks and metal railings. There are various such pain...