[hr][center][color=808B96][color=8493ca][h2][b]X e l l[/b][/h2][/color]Marshland [b]-[/b] The Fall[/color][/center]
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“Oh er… no problem…” Xell said letting go of the Otter boy’s hand just after hoisting him up “guess some Dutch courage deserves more credit.” Though he wasn’t entirely sure what happened with Yonath’s fall.

The Draconi lowered his head with a glowering pair of eyes after hearing the Nekomi laugh at his expense. It appeared as of yet that nothing in life appeared to phase her. That in spite of the odds of survival that somehow fate would always willingly work in their favour. Or at least, this is the impression he was picking up. 
He reached down and planted his hand in the viscous marsh.

“Glad you find this so amusing.” He plucked his hand out again and focused his attention on the ooze and mudstick that insiduloulsy dripped off his fingers.

“You’ve obviously never, [i]truly[/i], had your life put at risk, have you?” he turned look at her as he shook the rest of the slick off of his hand.

“…or maybe you have,” he continued shrugging with his hands out and rolling his eyes “but not enough make you appreciate the value of life.”

[i]‘Says the drug addict,’[/i] a red eye opened from a hidden fold of Xell’s wings, giving off a red flare.

[i]but really, you can’t preach to others considering where you last came from.[/i]

Before Xell could interject with the voice in his head, he found himself waking up to reality and what appeared to be halfway through someone speaking. A voice he hadn’t heard much of as of yet so was quite surprised to see it come from bandage head panda.

“If you want to panic, please either leave the party or keep a lid on it until we're somewhere a bit safer than here; everyone else wants to survive. In addition to that, both Taffy and myself are familiar with the vines that infest this particular marsh- we can help you avoid them, and avoid getting violated by them... but we can't do that if you don't keep it together.”
The Draconi gave the panda femme a look as if the atmosphere could be cut.

He opened his mouth to say something. His eyes glowing a more volcanic fury of red. But then shut his mouth to dismiss any train of further thought or action.

“Ok… ok… Miss Muffet… do lead the way. I’ll stay at the back of the group and watch your backs,” he mock saluted whilst falling back.
As the group started to move forwards, the Draconi drifted off again in deep though. All fear and anxiety folded into a look of suppressed emotion and a masqueraded, sinister smile.