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Post by Daiwa Scarlet on Aug 24, 2016 15:37:39 GMT -8
A sea of golden grass waves in the wind. The fallen leaves of the forest wash across, mixing hues of red and orange with the earthen tones. A clearing had been created for a large infirmary tent and resupply area. It doubles as a landmark within the field, visible over all but the tallest strands. The closer one gets to the forest and mountains, the taller the grass gets. Some bunches are about twice the height of an adult and thick enough to look as a blade.
There are multiple craters around the field with chunks of molten stone around them.
Within the field, Grimm are tearing each other apart. The stronger are consuming the weaker.
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Post by Daiwa Scarlet on Aug 24, 2016 15:37:51 GMT -8
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