Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20170514033014/@comment-27163598-20170610104341

Cough* Glove is known as Extinction *Cough Cough

Lucious Runs as fast as his six sain legs would allow, the tunnels dip with light then dark then light then dark, as holes and burrows from overtop show the small detail needed to navagate through while running. Before you know it, a loud screech was heard, it echoed through the caves like a depressed man with a trumpet. "Darn it, the bats"

They stop, for if they go further, they would shorly perish. The sinoraptors appears behind them, and the two turn to look at the threat behind. "The bats it is"

And with that, they sprint back in course, with a raptor getting ever nearer and the screeches getting ever louder. As they ran, Lucious was mummbling a plead to himself "Please let them be small, please let them be small" Then, they stumble apon the inner chamber, the inner heart, the room that was the inside of the mountain, so very changed and disrupted. Along the ground bones scattered and chitin of moths sat. And fighting amunst themselves was The Onycs, not just any, the larger cusins.

Every pair of eyes in that cave turn to the intruders, and the humming screems of hate will out their breathless lungs. "What do we do now?"

Lucious is pretty close to losing it, of all bats, it had to be these ones "I say we go back the way we came, the raptor should understand"