Zenderael NPC ([personal profile] zenpc) wrote in [community profile] zenderael_rl 2012-09-12 06:31 pm (UTC)

No. No she did not.

She was less happy than she had been upon first waking. There were no druids, the earth was unfamiliar, and her plants were being elbowed and slashed and frozen.

Medena did not like the cold.

She greeted their entrance with a deep roar that put her rock jaws on full display and called for the earth to tremble around her again. She snapped out her neck forward to strike at Anais like a cobra, but rooted to the ground as she was, the distance was a few feet shy of making contact.

Frustrated, Medena lowered her head back to the ground and settled like an agitated porcupine with sharp rocks forming quills around her body while her blossoms began to release a toxic aroma into the air. It would not be a quick process. They would notice the sweet smell first and have several minutes before anyone began to feel tired. Once the fatigue began to set it, it would escalate rapidly until its victims were in a comatose sleep.

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