*lying at the base of a stone formation, is a being crumpled in a heap, at first glance one may not even know if it still be alive. The helm crushed in on the front, and the cliff side has a dragon height smear of blood, at head height for a dragon, that drags down the wall directly in line with the being below. Perhaps shifted, but it seems this being ran blindly into the rock. The figure adorned in a black & blue dress, her skin is blue and partially scaled, with wings to match. The horned smashed helm split, revealing a face of agony, the old scared lips, show that at one point they had been stitched close, and the fresh scars of the eye lids show only recently the stitches where torn causing the blindness, but the eye sockets, no longer hold eyes but shattered sapphires in them.*

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~Twackus Doot'imus~

Vaeriedara "Stormy" Stormweaver

Vorel'Daron Talin

*Carrying a still fresh ribcage and spine on her back, the young Excar skips along the forest, staring up at the treetops. She stumbles and trips over this body and falls onto her face with a yelp. Sitting up slowly, dazed, leaves and mud on her face, she looks around slowly. After wiping the mud from her face, half heartidly, she looks to what tripped her up and sees the body laying there.*

"Bdoog oom gdoom?" (What is this? abyssal)

*she carefully brushes the leaves away and finds the gruesome display*

"Ed! nnebat negee!" (Oh! broken body! Abyssal)

*she uncovers the rest of the corpse and examines it, seeing all the horrible things having been done to it already, and finding them to her liking*

"Mda oom me bnaggee, Oo attsee dan." (She is so pretty, I envy her. Abyssal)

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- "The fiend is less hideous in his own shape....then when he rages in the breast of man"

* a figure stands, smelling heavily of sheep and blood, muttering to herself *

"...Too long, too long..." she murmurs in Draconic.

*taking a well-used spear in hand she, in her borrowed regalia, heads out from the hill where she'd been shearing sheep for so long. She turns her face into the wind, breathing in deeply then setting off in a direction almost at random, searching , searching...*

"Where are you my lambling?" she murrs to the wind, but continues searching.

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~Siggy by TheGoddessofAmazing!~
"...If your aren't getting what you want, suck harder.." (Hookah Tip # 35)
~ Twackalope ~

It would appear that the body that once was lying there under the rock formation has gone missing, and the rocks have been thrown at a great distances form where they used to be. its very obvious someone has moved the rubble as they have been moved as if perhaps thrown a great distance from where the body used to be.