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TDM #7 - Haunted Girl Summer [FIRST EDITION]
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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette
5/10/24 | TDM #7 - Haunted Girl Summer
Weather Forecast: Detailed report within!
WELCOME TO PUMPKIN HOLLOW
By Yorick Aberdeen
The crop for which the town is named.
For just over one year, Pumpkin Hollow has been fondly welcoming new residents from beyond the confines of the dreaded barrier into our quirky little town. As more of you continue to arrive by ferry to make our ghost town a true community again, we Pumpkin Hollowites extend our warmest gratitude to you! Please drop by town hall if you need any assistance at all, or reach out to one of your neighbors. We may be cursed, but we sure are friendly! Welcome to your new home, and may your lantern always be lit.
PRE-ELECTION MEET & GREET IN TOWN SQUARE
By Yorick Aberdeen
A voting reminder created by our very own Mayor Poe!
DOWNTOWN HOLLOW (Town Square) - As many of you may know, our Town Council has recently opened up a seat and will be holding an election in September. In preparation for this election, there will be a number of scheduled Meet & Greets.
Our current candidates for the upcoming election are Claude von Reigan, Lord Erik Osborne, and Miles Upshur.
Claude von Reigan is our youngest candidate at 24 years of age, just a few months older than our current youngest councilperson, Dahlia Leeds. He has been working serving our community for several months now as the shop assistant at Blackberry Apothecary and comes to us from a previous life of governing a nation during a time of political turmoil. His primary goals are to work towards a unified community in Pumpkin Hollow and serve as a voice for those who come from other worlds.
Miles Upshur is our newest candidate, having only arrived in June, which gives him a very fresh perspective of our local politics. He comes from a prior life of investigative journalism, giving him firsthand knowledge of how political action directly affects constituents. His goals are ensuring the separation of corporate interests and government, and focusing on grassroots action and the concerns of the people.
Lord Erik Osborne is both our oldest candidate and the one of longest residence. He has been deeply entrenched in the local community here due to his work as an adult entertainer and his personal involvement with citizens both new and old. With no intention of returning to his previous life, Lord Osborne’s primary goal is to create a community he is proud to live out his days in and help the island thrive despite these troubling times.
Please check the community board for the meet and greet schedule and bring your questions! New arrivals are strongly encouraged to come speak with the candidates and make their unique needs and concerns heard.
JULY WEATHER FORECAST
By Phil Connors
Clouds break over the bluffs.
MARROW ISLE - Mostly sunny with the occasional thunderstorm this time of year. Make sure to check your roofs and cellars for leaks! The rain can come on fast, so don't go tanning without an umbrella, folks. A wooden one. Not for lightning, for rain vampires. That was a joke, metal's fine.
GRAND OPENING: GOURD EN GLACE
By Cecil Gershwin Palmer
Open on the end of downtown nearest the beach, as of July 3rd!
DOWNTOWN HOLLOW - Saraya Meridell of the Artisan’s Guild announced today that her daughter, Venka Meridell is going to be opening an ice cream parlor. “Stand still, you twit,” she said, as she pinned the trousers I needed tailored. “It’s not that I’m not happy for her, it’s just a waste of all the work she did to learn elemental magic. Frost and snow spells have a lot of practical uses, and ice cream is not one of the dignified ones.”
This reporter respectfully disagrees, and took the time to visit Venka after paying for the alterations to his clothing. She was very excited to see me.
“Cecil! It was actually your calzones and pizzas that inspired some of the flavors I’ve been trying. I’ve made a sweet barbecue sauce to go on top of sundaes, and a pineapple basil ice cream that you need to try!” So I did, and it was very good. I even suggested caramelized onions as a topping for future experiments.
The parlor will be opening at the beginning of July, and will be offering a sale to get people in the door: anyone who buys a large sundae with the intention of sharing will receive a 20% discount. So, help support a young woman who’s chasing her dreams this summer.
RESIDENTS ENCOURAGED TO KEEP A LITTLE DIRT UNDER THEIR PILLOWS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE
By Yorick Aberdeen
A grainy photo taken of our break-in artist.
ISLAND-WIDE (centered around Crane’s Ridge) - The Pumpkin Hollow Board of Safety has put out yet another alert for a danger to the public, starting on the first of July, 16:54 and going until further notice.
Reports have been flooding to the constabulary and to the Safety Board that residents have been hearing strange music at night that is not unpleasant--- in fact, many have stated that it’s a bit of an earworm. However, those who have investigated the source of the tune have found that it accompanies a strange figure in a wide-brimmed hat and long coat who is trailed by a cloud of dust. He seems to move about the town only deep in the night and his intentions are yet unknown, but his movements and sightings have been tied to a recent string of break-ins and kidnappings.
After some field research, the Board of Safety has indicated that the best way to protect oneself from this sneaky, musical assailant is to place a handful of dirt under one’s pillow before sleeping at night. Residents are advised to check on a daily basis if the dirt is still present, and if it is not, it should be replaced at one’s earliest convenience. “Don’t be alarmed if the dirt disappears,” Chief Constable Janine Kilbride has been heard stating. “It’s just the system working as intended. We’ll alert everyone once this mystery man has been apprehended. But for now, do the dirt thing. Just… just trust us, alright?”
Please report any sightings of this dark and dirty stranger to a constable as soon as possible. The station will be banding together to ensure that phone lines stay open overnight as often as they’re able. Additionally, the Safety Board is accepting volunteers for search parties to look for victims of kidnapping up in Crane’s Ridge, both from the enforcers, and civilians.
BLUE ISLAND CRAB MATING SEASON BEGINS
By Yorick Aberdeen
You can see the desire for crime in its eyes.
TAWNY BEACH - It’s that time of year again, Pumpkin Hollow! Mating season at last has begun in earnest down on Tawny Beach for our local crab species, the Blue Island crab. While not in their usual numbers after the defeat of the colony’s colossal matriarch last summer, residents of Marrow Isle can still see the miracle of life in all its glory as little blue crabs scuttle onto our shores to deposit their eggs into the warm sands.
As with previous years, residents are advised to keep doors and windows to both businesses and residences closed as often as possible. Blue Island crabs are known for their mischief and have a propensity for stealing small valuables, raiding cabinets, and pinching the toes of the unwary. They are, however, quite delicious.
Additionally, this year there have been a few mentions of residents spotting a unique crab on the shore! A little reddish-orange crab of a slightly smaller proportion can be seen alongside a mate sporting the traditional blue, apparently guarding a nest. Is this new orange friend a separate species, or simply a mutated morph? We’re not sure yet, but one thing is for certain--- he does have a knife for some reason! It appears to be a steak knife from a fancy restaurant, and he does appear to know how to use it, so mind your ankles!
TRAVEL ADVISORY: WYVERN MIGRATION
By Yorick Aberdeen & Dr. Elias Coldwood
A sketch by Dr. Coldwood
LOCKWOOD FOREST - Recently, islanders have occasionally reported seeing a large predatory creature emerging from the depths of Paradesium, the sprawling subterranean jungle found underneath our island in early spring. Due to the unique nature of this hulking beast which has only recently been discovered, the Pumpkin Hollow Gazette takes you now to a slightly abridged statement from local wildlife expert, Dr. Elias Coldwood, on what you should do if you encounter one of these specimens.
"..a brief understanding of this creature is necessary: my expedition party have called this creature Rubiginosa, due to its distinctly-shaped natural defenses. Though draconic in nature, this creature is not sapient [...]. It is keenly intelligent, however. [...] Beyond any creatures in our island's waters, this is the largest land animal that we have ever encountered...
[...] Surely this is going to kill us all and decimate the local ecosystem [...].
...It spends much of its time eating [...]. During these warmer months, it's taken to a somewhat migratory pattern around Lockwood forest. [...] From Crane's Ridge, it arcs south-east, resting at Knotter's Rock in Hatchet Lake [...]. It then follows the Paring River to Eeltooth Lagoon, [...] it moves back northeast, scaling Crane's Ridge...
In order to avoid it and becoming part of its frequent hunt for easy prey... It's best to simply wait it out.
...I suggest potential hunters contact Town Hall to lend your services. Many parts of this creature could feasibly be harvested and used, if a need to fell the beast arises. [...]
Be safe, be well, and thank you for reading!"
Unfortunately, due to issues with space, the Gazette is unable to run any more of Dr. Coldwood's report in this issue. However, please feel free to drop by Dr. Coldwood's laboratory in the lighthouse on the Bluffs to speak to him personally or drop by Greymare Library during its hours of operation to receive the full report in the form of a helpful pamphlet!
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Meet & Greet
The campaign meet and greets are pretty informal and self-explanatory! We just ask that all three candidates make themselves available for both July and August with a brief prompt beneath the “Meet & Greet” toplevel and do their best to respond to their voters! Good luck, candidates!
The Dirt Man
Long has the fabled Dirt Man been whispered about with reverence and terror by people all throughout the land, and today, he has come to town. All that you can do is keep a little dirt under your pillow… and pray.
In the night, characters may hear the catchy bossa nova background melody of the Dirt Man’s iconic song as he wanders the roads of Pumpkin Hollow in his long duster coat and cowboy hat in search of offerings. While this sneaky sedimentary stalker in the night might seem a bit silly, he is anything but.
Sleeping residents may find their homes broken into by this shadowy figure and may wake to a pair of faintly glowing brown eyes in the dark and a clawed hand under their pillow. If the intruder finds no offering of soil or his victim reacts in fear or violence to his presence before he can claim it, the Dirt Man will drag his victim out of bed and take them to his lair, hidden under Crane’s Ridge. There, they will be placed inside a chamber that is slowly filling with dirt like that one scene from Aladdin. The one where Jasmine’s in the hourglass? You know the one.
To avoid dying of
The Dirt Man cannot be overpowered at night, as the moonlight gives him an invulnerable form of shadow and dust. However, in the daylight he just appears to be just a normal guy who looks suspiciously like TikTok music sensation Carter Vail, and can be attacked and defeated if he tries to prevent your escape from his dirt lair. Good luck! This prompt can be played for horror, comedy, or both, so mix it up as you see fit!
Blue Island Crabs
Also fairly self-explanatory, the Blue Island Crabs are little blue mischief-makers who have come to the island for the summer to lay eggs and to steal. They’re pretty crafty, so they cannot be caught in large numbers and can’t be used to alter food budgets for existing residents, but small quantities can be snatched up for a tasty snack! Just don’t overdo it or the island might get attacked by a giant crab again, and we just can’t have that.
Due to their reduced numbers, Blue Island crabs will be a lesser nuisance than last year and will not infringe upon beach enjoyment in a meaningful way. They do, however, come up off the shore to cause trouble in town.
As for the unique crab, our Sail CRAU crowd will recognize this little fellow as Ody, a crab from the Serena Eterna! He’s here with his new crab wife to hatch adorable mixed-breed babies and teach them how to stab. Three tiny purple crabs will be seen with their parents come August, play-stabbing with sticks. Please feel free to name Ody’s mate and children as a community!
Dragon Migration
Though the details in the paper were cut incredibly short (much to Dr. Coldwood's deep annoyance), the pamphlet's full version that can be found in the library is written below!
"While there's been several creatures that have emerged from Paradesium's depths recently, likely due to the warming weather of the surface, they've only been minor nuisances at worst. This, however, poses a significantly deeper problem to us - though, not one that many of us need worry about.
First, a brief understanding of this creature is necessary: my expedition party have called this creature Rubiginosa, due to its distinctly-shaped natural defenses. Though draconic in nature, this creature is not sapient, as many of us native to this world have come to be used to. It is keenly intelligent, however. I would liken it to the awareness of the world around it that a crow displays! This wyvern is brown and green in coloration, with deep, wine red thorns. Its typical standing height is estimated at about 10 feet, and 30 feet in length from tip of snout to longest tail thorn. It is fairly muscular, as any predator of its size will tend to be, approximately 12 feet wide, and its wingspan boasts an impressive 55 feet. Beyond any creatures in our island's waters, this is the largest land animal that we have ever encountered, and the largest that many of us will ever encounter in our lifetimes.
I know what you might be thinking, if your experience is similar to the one it looks like Mr. Aberdeen is having right now as I explain all this. Surely this is going to kill us all and decimate the local ecosystem, right? Fortunately, this is not the case, and I maybe should have worded my approach better to spare poor Yorick's blood pressure.
This creature, for something of such a menacing appearance, is remarkably docile. It spends much of its time eating, which would pose population issues in prey animals, if our local fauna weren't also bound by the constraints of our deathless home. During these warmer months, it's taken to a somewhat migratory pattern around Lockwood forest. Each pattern occurs over the span of two weeks; it's in no rush. From Crane's Ridge, it arcs south-east, resting at Knotter's Rock in Hatchet Lake for some time. It then follows the Paring River to Eeltooth Lagoon, and once it's stayed to its liking, it moves back northeast, scaling Crane's Ridge, likely to sun itself on the mountain's smooth stone cliffs. It repeats this pattern after a period of dormancy.
In order to avoid it and becoming part of its frequent hunt for easy prey, I recommend exercising great caution in your visits to Lockwood Forest this summer. There is no value in trying to be a hero, here - if you slay the wyvern, it will likely return to its schedule once it returns to life, just as any other creature does! It's best to simply wait it out.
Should it venture towards the city, however, preventative measures should be taken to deter any further visits. In that event--- and ONLY in that event, to minimize loss of life--- do I suggest potential hunters contact Town Hall to lend your services. Many parts of this creature could feasibly be harvested and used, if a need to fell the beast arises. The spines are sharp and strong, and the leather would truly stand the test of time, I imagine. Its venom could even potentially be used in medicines! Judging by how poison seeps from the beast during hunts, however, I would not recommend attempting to eat it. I believe any meals that could come from this beast would result in a swift death. Food poisoning is the best case scenario, really.
In brief: the Rubiginosa, while a indomitable force to be trifled with, is a new part of our ecosystem! It's best to take the time to learn how to live with our local megafauna with safety for both ourselves and the animals. Care and respect for our ecosystems, even in these strange times, is important to ensuring that Marrow Isle thrives. Be safe, be well, and thank you for reading!"
For prospective monster hunters, the Rubiginosa is remarkably difficult to engage into battle. Most attacks against it's thick, toxic hide do more damage to the assailants than they do to the wyvern, and it regards most strikes with disinterest, generally simply getting up to move.
Should enough strikes be landed, or a weak point (such as the eyes or inner mouth) be hit, however, it will enter a rage and fight back!
Fighting the Rubiginosa
First off: the Rubiginosa, for any unfamiliar, is a creature brought in from another world as many others have been, the Espinas from Monster Hunter!
We were able to find a D&D stat sheet, including health, attacks, and weaknesses to use for combat, should anyone want to run a brief dice-rolling combat encounter with it! The sheet can be found here, with credit to the person who created the sheet! These rounds would have the Espinas controlled by one member of the thread, so feel free to plot among yourselves and decide how it goes! (The fight doesn't have to necessarily go this way, either, if you would prefer to wing it. This is just to provide an option!)
To the Victor Go the Spoils
If you and your companion are able to defeat the Rubiginosa, the following loot can possibly be taken from it:
Plate Scale - a deep green scale, impenetrable by most tools.
Shield Hide - a firm piece of hide, suitable for drying and armor-work.
Poisoned Blood - a highly toxic glass vial of blood, potent enough to kill most living creatures.
Rosevine Segment - a piece of the tail of the Rubiginosa, with the sharp spikes it bore in life. Can be used for its parts, or used as a weapon, itself, in a pinch. Difficult to handle, though.
Seeping Thorn - one of the thorns from the hide of the wyvern, still oozing with potent poisons, even after its death.
Verdant Leather - a thin, easily workable piece of hide, in a rich, vibrant green. Works well for a durable piece of camouflage.
Assassin's Horn - a horn from the wyvern, named for it's poison coating and potential to make for an exceptionally fatal knife.
Good luck, and happy hunting!
Demona (1000+) | Gargoyles | Old player new character
In her heart there's a hole - Daylight
In the glare of the afternoon sun, a pale woman with wild flame-red hair steps barefoot onto the dock. She lifts a hand to shield her green eyes, grimacing as she peers out into a village that seems like its been ripped right out of her past.
"I'm supposed to live here?" she snarls to herself, loud enough that others could be forgiven for thinking she was addressing them. Her French accent is thick even if what comes from her mouth is the shared language of the island. "This must be some kind of mistake."
There's a black mark on her soul - After Nightfall
She'd been seen to her room at the Oak & Iron, where she introduced herself as her human alias, Dominique. But, the moment the sun sets and her body completes its painful transition back to her true and rightful gargoyle form, she yanks open the bedroom window and dives out of it.
Her leathery wings open with a fleshy snap as she catches the sea-breeze and rides it up into the air. Now, finally, a smile appears on her face. If she closes her dark eyes and just listens... it's almost like being back home. How she missed the silence of the night before cars flooded every street and electricity seemed to keep every living soul up well past dark. Perhaps this town isn't all bad.
She spends most of her nights for the first week gliding overhead, sometimes appearing as a shadow silhouette against the moon and clouds, sometimes skimming low over the waters off the shore, and other times making her way through the darkened forest to hunt for small animals.
Every time, however, she returns to the roof of the Oak & Iron before sunrise. She'll sit up there like it's her personal roost until the sun is just threatening to appear over the horizon. Only then does she retreat back through her window and into her room. The sounds that come after are a muffled cry of pain, a long sigh of exhaustion, and, finally, the thunk of a body hitting the mattress.
In her hands is my heart - Night [cw: animal hunting/mild gore]
(ooc: okay, my idea for this one is that some people might catch glimpses of her out in the woods and mistake her for the dragon they are hunting. Groups welcome <3)
There's a new beast hunting in the woods. She's fast and stealthy, her blue skin especially good for helping her blend into the inky night, but every now and then someone might catch the swish of a long snake-like tail, or see the edge of a leathery wing protruding from a bush. Those brave enough to venture closer may even hear the sounds of flesh ripping in her teeth as she goes in for the kill on a rabbit or deer.
Is it the dragon you've been hunting for? (No, but that doesn't make the situation any less dangerous.)
And she won't let go till it's scarred
Wildcard! Feel free to pitch something without talking to me first, or message me for a custom starter.
In her hands is my heart - night [cw animal hunting/mild gore cont.]
When Daisy hunts strictly for work, she hunts in the daylight. That's when most of the town is busy with work, anyway, and there's less chance of interference from creatures that only come out at night. But sometimes the day's hunt just hasn't left her feeling... satisfied, enough, and so she slips out into the night to try and take more of the edge off.
Before long there's blood stains in her hunting clothes and on her hands, around her mouth—from a kill or two that would be wasteful if the animals didn't come back too. She's almost ready to head back when she hears someone nearby.
The strangely distinct sound of leathery wings moving through the forest makes her think Dahlia? at first, but she does have the sense not to call her name. Still, she doesn't bother to be quiet about her approach, either, as she breaks through a row of trees to find...
"—Demona?"
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...her name?
"How do you know me?" she snarles, eyes burning red in the dark. "A new hunter are you? Pity this will be your last night."
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—ah, shit. Demona got Dean Winchestered.
Daisy blinks dumbly for a second, then snaps out of it and, without so much as slipping into a defensive posture, "Well. For one. Wouldn't count on that. And for seconds. I can tell you. But you're probably not gonna believe me."
(sorry for lack of icons, haven't re-upped the paid yet)
"Oh, really? I'm sure you humans will say anything to preserve your own lives. Not that it will help you."
np!
Daisy deadpans her for another second before rolling her eyes, half to draw Demona's attention to the odd yellow and slit pupil and half genuine reaction.
"For fuck's— look. Know I've still got all the pink bits. But I'm not human. Haven't been in a years. Don't want to be again." She licks some of the blood from her lips and drags her tongue over her teeth with a huff. "Met you before. You wouldn't remember. Different universe that gathered people up from all over. Like this one."
She really doesn't expect Demona to believe her here, people often didn't when this happened, but she's giving it a try anyway.
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"Met me? Where? Avalon?" Demona is more willing to believe than Daisy might think but for the wrong reasons.
She's missing a chunk of her memory and the only thing she's gotten anyone to tell her about it is that she appeared on the Avalon Isle despite having no recollection of it. Meddling from those Weird Sisters once again, no doubt. Will they never leave her be? Is that why she's here?
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"Nope. In a little bubble universe. Only thing in it was a ship and a bunch of kidnapped assholes." The insult is being used both affectionately and derogatorily for different people.
Daisy rests hand on her hip, staining her shirt with yet more blood but getting dirty is the point of this particular get-up anyway. "People disappearing, then coming back not remembering? Happened a lot."
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There's a black mark on her soul (night) | Mairi Miann, 36
Sitting on the roof of one of the farm houses, a blanket under her and a large notebook in her lap, a woman who is consequently also blue lounges on the roof's slope and sketches out a map of the stars before her.
With her eyes already skyward, she catches sight of the flying woman. She is admittedly a little wary, since new monsters are showing up around here all the time, but they're normally not people-shaped... Well, if this person ends up being dangerous, Mairi's got plenty of magic that works better under starlight and can then dive into her roof hatch for safety. She raises the hand she was drawing with, pencil still between her fingers, and waves broadly to the airborne stranger.
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Demona's curiosity is too great to deny, so she swoops lower, circling the roof until she's close enough to call out, "Who are you? I warn you, this had better not be a trick."
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"I am. Yes." Her tone is still warry. "I am called Demona. Not many know of us. My kind has been hunted to near extinction. But I have never heard of a genasi before?"
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"Me? I am not stone aligned." She doesn't even know what that means.
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Dragon Hunting
Which he doesn't care about because he's a psionicist.
But the thought gnaws at him. Are blue wyverns electric like their dragon counterpart. Could he cast cloudkill with both electric and poison damage? What about acid rain with lightning???
Which is why Imbros, still not a wizard, is in the forest waiting for one to pass overhead. The first sign of anything flying and he unleashes an Acid Arrow in its direction, and misses wildly but it does leave a gnarly poisonous chem trail in its wake.
Definitely not a wizard.
i rolled just for fun and then i got a nat 1 so...
Too weak to hold open her wings for lack of oxygen, in one last ditch effort, she takes the leathery ends in her claws and uses them like a parachute to soften the fall just enough. There is still a very oud thud somewhere close by in the trees. When Imbros comes to investigate, he'll find her laying on her side, wheezing and groaning, tangled up in her own limbs.
Poor Demona
Annoyed by missing with his spell, but cheered by the loud impact thud of the creature hitting the ground, he goes to investigate. He makes no sound as he approaches, floating a few inches off the ground. With the overconfidence of someone who rarely has to worry about his personal safety, he stands next to her and stares.
He has no idea what this is.
"Where did you come from?" He's pretty sure he would have noticed a blue flying person before. Or maybe the genasi he'd seen before suddenly grew wings.
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"How dare y-you attack me?"
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He offers no help, watching her struggle to get up.
"You're lucky I only wanted to wound you. Well, not you, I was hoping for a wyvern. Unless your blood also has magical properties I could use?" He sounds like he actually expects her to answer honestly there.
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She's gotten her back feet under her, but she remains in a crouch, wings spread out defensively around her, tail twitching in the brush behind her like an annoyed cat.
"My blood has no uses to anyone but me. What of your blood? What power might I gain from killing you?"
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There's a black mark on her soul
The rabbit's easy prey for whatever it is, that's for sure. A wolf knows better caution than to startle something potentially bigger and stronger than her. Besides, it might be a person as easily it might be a new type of monster. It's not like Ylva's never had a discreet dinner of raw meat. As she approaches, she deliberately and firmly steps on a thick branch so that it breaks noisily when she's still a safe(r) distance away. At least, she's out of obvious lunging distance if the reaction is poor.
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"Are you truly a wolf or are you merely pretending?"
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"I'm a wolf," she she says firmly, "whatever shape I'm wearing." She squints a little to look at Demona, not exactly relaxing, but certainly not poised to leap. Is she a fiend, or some sort of tiefling, or something else? Hard to say. "I wanted to see who else was out here tonigiht."
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"I am a gargoyle. The humans call me Demona."
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'Gargoyle' is a word she's heard before, and she takes a moment to look at Demona carefully. "I think 'gargoyle' means something a little different where I come from," she concludes. "I'm Ylva. I'm a wolf."
She says that defiantly.