[ oh i absolutely hate this and so does xie lian. his eyes go briefly wide, but the expression quickly hardens -- san lang leaps from his arms and gracefully transforms to a qilin midway through, landing neatly on the ground in a spot that seems unmarred.
is it just blood, or is there damage/displacement to the snow? any marks, indents, scrapes or anything of the like? what about footprints? animal prints?
what state is the storage in itself? are the doors open or closed? is anything destroyed? he's immediately pulling the walkie talkie out to talk to the group at large, too. ]
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is it just blood, or is there damage/displacement to the snow? any marks, indents, scrapes or anything of the like? what about footprints? animal prints?
what state is the storage in itself? are the doors open or closed? is anything destroyed? he's immediately pulling the walkie talkie out to talk to the group at large, too. ]