<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 2 Xia and Moxie<br/><br/>The twitching ears of Moxie and nose of her occasionally stalwart leporex companion lead the pair. The grandeur of the open halls of the dryad’s realm give way to thicker wild green. Wildest and thickest where the scent of the dryad’s arousal is strongest. Though it is a downward slope descending to the hole of Gaia’s Anus the path is a testing one. Not least made so by being such a fast descend down. The strange heat vibrating in the air around them grows with each step. With each hop down another fallen red ruin it gushes forth, nearly stealing breath. Some above may think that the Heat of the Green Rim’s jungle is just a story, but the reality is felt deep within the adventuress’ bodies, deep within their loins as the awakening of an unnatural ache.<br/><br/>As a dreamy haze grows the world too seems to respond. Grinning smiles grow on trees. Their branches no longer seem to grasp for passing bodies, but are actively doing so. Creatures too step up in danger. More than once Xia and Moxie have to hide and huddle in a cave to let something pass by. A humongous slithering naga with bright pink scales. For a while after they are trailed by a pack of playful monkey girls and boys, but those quickly give up.<br/><br/>It seems the dryad was hoping for a similar reaction, hoping the choice of her escape route would prove too much a challenge. The wall containing Gaia’s influence on the world distances further and further. Eventually, the two reach the edge of the Anus’ descent. The thicket ends abruptly. Trees and boulders jut over the edge, teetering dangerously on the very edge. A gust of warm wind blows from below, fluttering the pair’s hair. With it floats a swarm of tiny little flutterers, glowing with cool blue of the evening.<br/><br/>The drop to the second layer is a steep cliff porous with holes and tunnels on its surface, riddled with vines and outwardly growing trees. Before them drift clouds. In the opening flap odd harpies here and there. The main flock seems to have landed somewhere. On the cliffside climb various other denizens of the Anus. There is a gecko-like man racing on the stone, disappearing into a hole. Another strange many legged woman skitters after him. Many many creatures of the Anus make the drop of the second layer their home. Way too many to make the hole itself a safe place to descend.<br/><br/>The night begins to descend around them, stars glowing brighter as dark purple overwhelms rest of the colors of the sky and slowly envelops them in near twilight darkness. Looking around they see bits of ruins here and there.That’s when it becomes obvious. The derelict towers on the very opposite side are familiar. The silhouette they cut in the receding light is none other than that depicted in the stone tablets. That small bit there pushing out of the forest is the top of the ancient tower. It’s mass is embedded in the very wall of the second layer. Water rushes down from its once glamorous structures in an endless waterfall, disappearing into the depths of the Anus.<br/><br/>Leporex nose twitches and points to the right. There, a row of freshly grown vines and roots shows the way which the dryad took. It’s obvious to an experienced huntress. She swung from vine to vine on the cliffside, a rather dangerous route, but likely the only one the dryad thought might be enough to help shake the pair off her tracks. Where the trail leads is anyone’s guess...<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/fVzsezk.png)</div><br/><strong>You made some headway chasing after the path that the fleeing druid left behind her, however threats lurk all around you and the night is slowly descending. Whatever you choose to do now will determine how and what dangers of the night you will face. How will you avoid the myriad dangers the Anus poses on the path you choose?</strong>