Caverns cold and damp felt strange, so opposite of the warm arid sands of his homeland. Kiwi moved forward carefully, fingers pressed to the rust-stained walls as he stepped within the abandoned hideout. Crumbled stone and debris lay everywhere, the place could be a haven for ghosts as easily as hunters. But he was here to make certain the clan claimed it first.
He began to rummage through the rubble, searching for anything he could use to mark the horsemen's presence within the base. His fingers latched onto a damp piece of cloth and he tugged hard. Hard enough to send him reeling backwards as the item came free.
Clink-Clank-Clang!
Something clattered to the ground as his foot came down, and pain seared up his ankle, followed by a brief blue glow. It was a dagger, a runic one, that had somehow survived in the cloth satchel he now held in his hands. He snatched it quickly between his fingers and hurled it out the cave entrance. It wasn't what he was looking for, but the salty depths of the sea would be certain no hunter returned for it.
HP: -5
HP: 45/50
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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