Deceitful Creatures [Open][Plot]

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Many fear the creatures that lurk in the darkness. Or perhaps it is simply a fear of the unknown. If you can't see it, how can your rational mind judge if it is dangerous or not? You are caught in a suspense. This, sometimes, can be even more dangerous that what your actually scared of, that you're worried it might be. The mind has a diabolic habit of imagining the worst case scenario.

The unknown can drive a man mad.

Strange things have been happening around Shveki. Strange things that are making people uneasy. But at the same time, they haven't. No one knows what is going on yet, but the fear is still there.

Fear of the unknown

Who knows what one might find, on an unsuspecting hunting trip....

(The following is a kickstarter for the sitewide plot, involving the dragons from Shveki, as it wouldn't make sense for a Shveki dragon to be on Layrian without a reason. This rp, however, will take place roughly two weeks to a month after the events of Black Snow. This is completely separate, though, and could be considered a separate part from Black Snow. Takes place around dusk.)

((Due to lack of activity, this topic will be wrapping up prematurely.))

Prasi had remained within the village. She had some strange illness that wasn't being helped by their healers medicinal herbs and concoctions. Perhaps she'd spent too much time in the cold water fishing one day, Prasi wasn't sure, but the illness had come swiftly. She'd had these flu-like symptoms for months and months now which had kept her from leaving the village at all.

As of now the she dragon was lounging in a warm nest occasionally coughing and shivering while she did what seemed like an unending pile of paperwork. One of her most trusted subordinates had taken a break and left to go visit a friend of theirs leaving the rest of the work for Prasi and her other tribe mates to finish.

Truth was, she was having a hard time doing any of the work at all. She kept having a bad feeling and kept expecting someone to call her and tell her bad news. However no one came, spare for the pori who was helping her by bringing medicine or thick large leaves to blow access mucus out into. Prasi fervently hoped that the rest of the day would be peaceful despite the strange mood that seemed to drift on the warm air.