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[hr][color=13AE31][i]”Trees here feel    -   sick?"[/i][/color]
[indent]The yanaski woman flared her nostrils as the scents wafted in with big wafts of tainted wind. The towers of wood were warped and sickly, uncharacteristic shades with strange little bone trinkets strung along the smaller saplings. The deeper they got into the decrepit woods, the gloomier Tati'yana expression seemed to change. Her hues darted along every detail of the trees as she passed. To her, seeing forests in such a state was unbearably sickening. Darkened winds blew through the barren branches, and as the gust passed through the reptilian girl's hair. She froze just as the not-very-cool orc handler began to speak, but her attention was not really on his words.[/indent]
[color=13AE31][i]”Ssssska! Daj'chaaa!"[/i][/color] She didnt respond to Lemflenflal, or whatever his strange dwarvish name was.

[indent]Instead she hissed out some words in her native tongue and quickly scurried to a nearby tree. Her clawed fingertips dug into the darkened bark an scratched through the wood beneath as she used her upper body strength to quickly pull herself up and perched onto a thick tree branch. Her bare feet balanced upon the deadwood and treespeaker looked in the direction that Logrim had headed off to meet the other higher ranked adventurers. It wasn't her eyes that alerted her in that direction though, it was the smell - the taste in the air. Tati bared her teeth and clenched claws into the palms of her hands, exhuming a low growl as she waited for what was to come.[/indent]