SERAPHINUS

With death comes dismay. Bubbling, black, thick, liquid; the stench leave little to be desired. Or does it? Tar provides a sticky coating to anything that dares step forth into it. Bones and the stink of rotting carcasses linger in the air. Animals find this place warm to the skin, but deadly to the touch. The pack has been known to lead traitors unknowing into the grasp of tar. Letting her mass suck them in slowly as they listen to the screaming cries of distress. As they sink into the abyss you are left with the final bubbles of breath fleeing to the surface and popping.