07-28-2018, 07:05 PM
Maybe the Ascendants hadn't done anything in particular to arouse the Typhoon's ire, but then they also hadn't done anything to make it not worth attacking them. Besides, they had so many resources in their territory that were practically begging to be stolen. The Typhoon would make better use of them, to be sure.
After some time, Paper had finally gotten used to the strong, smoky scent of the coal that coated his frame. He was uncertain how well the black dust would actually work in terms of camouflage, but at least the Ascendants would probably have trouble identifying their attackers. As they disembarked onto the shore, he listened in to Pincher's instructions, his good ear turned towards the other male. Once Pincher had finished speaking, Paper nodded, then proceeded into the territory.
Upon arriving at Starpool, his eyes caught the glittering metal beneath the surface of the lake- but therein lay the problem, as getting wet would hamper their maneuverability. Still, there wasn't much time to think about it. Wading out into the water, he removed a couple of meteorite shards, careful not to slip and fall. The question was how many they could grab before someone noticed them.
Suddenly, in the distance, he could hear the echoes of a hawk's cry, repeating over and over again. With a low grunt, he picked up two more shards in his mouth- he was carrying six in total- then made his way back to solid ground. With that, after checking to make sure everyone else was either on their way back or able to handle combat, he headed back to the boats; he kept his good ear open, though, in case someone needed help.
After some time, Paper had finally gotten used to the strong, smoky scent of the coal that coated his frame. He was uncertain how well the black dust would actually work in terms of camouflage, but at least the Ascendants would probably have trouble identifying their attackers. As they disembarked onto the shore, he listened in to Pincher's instructions, his good ear turned towards the other male. Once Pincher had finished speaking, Paper nodded, then proceeded into the territory.
Upon arriving at Starpool, his eyes caught the glittering metal beneath the surface of the lake- but therein lay the problem, as getting wet would hamper their maneuverability. Still, there wasn't much time to think about it. Wading out into the water, he removed a couple of meteorite shards, careful not to slip and fall. The question was how many they could grab before someone noticed them.
Suddenly, in the distance, he could hear the echoes of a hawk's cry, repeating over and over again. With a low grunt, he picked up two more shards in his mouth- he was carrying six in total- then made his way back to solid ground. With that, after checking to make sure everyone else was either on their way back or able to handle combat, he headed back to the boats; he kept his good ear open, though, in case someone needed help.