FLYING OFF THE DEEP END // raid

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They were lucky the camp of the enemy lay close to the edge of their land, tucked away in a jungle a short reach from the grassy fields of Tanglewood's northern border. The majority of the journey was a lengthy trek along the separation of the ominous expanse of lush forest and dull grasslands that met in a violent clash. Crow lost count of how many withered remains his gaze caught, splayed as if in a last struggle. Perhaps it was the mind. The sea of brush did not appear to end, no matter how high one could perch in the treetops; it was enough to drive anyone mad.

The party was on the smaller end, but what they lacked in size they compensated with frustration and a multitude of clever tricks up their sleeves. They donned masks slung over their shoulders with distorted humanoid and animal features painted with vibrant primary hues, their bodies painted to conceal their movements in the dank undergrowth. The closer one approached, one would be able to make out more colors splashed across their bodies in striking shades of vermilion and gold, some members of the party displaying more than others.

Among them they transported bottles and carefully sealed buckets, key items in their success, for this was not just a raid but also a really big prank. Everything had been rehearsed prior to, down to trivial parts of their communication to ensure it all flowed smoothly. Crow did not come here just to make a fool of himself.

Their voices hushed to no more than whispers the deeper the party traversed into the den of the enemy and the forest turned to perilous jungle. Crossing the border was easy. Out at the edge, it was quite unguarded, but he was sure the closer they became the more difficult it would become.

The feline could catch the scent of strangers on the back of his tongue, a sure sign they were close, so he held his tail erect, a gesture to stop. Here they would prepare and wait for the rest to find their bearings before continuing.

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