07-14-2014, 03:30 PM
Jaxen skidded around the first corner he came to. The freaking halls just kind of opened up on him out of no where! Having seen the temple from outside, he knew that a straight-enough path in any one direction was the best way out, but that was assuming there was more than one door. He was also assuming he'd know where the hell to go after he tasted fresh air again, but one problem at a time.
Then this bellowing gong sound stopped him in his tracks. His breath caught and he warily looked behind him. Nobody. But those gongs were for him. They pounded like the vibrating beat of his heart, but he wasn't sure whether or not he should be proud of his emergent status.
A sly smirk supplanted his panic. He darted onward, a flash of blue streaking through cold stone halls. The narrow passages couldn't possibly fit the giant cobra he'd seen before. Not much of a comfort, but it was something.
The little ones he kept an eye out for. When he came to the next crossing, he planted his back to the wall and edged toward the corner he carefully peeked around. A pair of naga stood guard a few meters past: eyes narrowed, hands clutched upon some sort of staff. The first tilted its head and a slip of a tongue tasted the air. As soon as she did, she looked straight at where Jaxen was hiding.
"Shit!"
He realized he'd given himself away. Might as well make a break for it. He dashed across the hall they were coming up, but a comment thrown over one shoulder echoed in his wake. "Its called Eau de Jaxen! Very limited edition!"
The gongs drowned out the rest.
Then this bellowing gong sound stopped him in his tracks. His breath caught and he warily looked behind him. Nobody. But those gongs were for him. They pounded like the vibrating beat of his heart, but he wasn't sure whether or not he should be proud of his emergent status.
A sly smirk supplanted his panic. He darted onward, a flash of blue streaking through cold stone halls. The narrow passages couldn't possibly fit the giant cobra he'd seen before. Not much of a comfort, but it was something.
The little ones he kept an eye out for. When he came to the next crossing, he planted his back to the wall and edged toward the corner he carefully peeked around. A pair of naga stood guard a few meters past: eyes narrowed, hands clutched upon some sort of staff. The first tilted its head and a slip of a tongue tasted the air. As soon as she did, she looked straight at where Jaxen was hiding.
"Shit!"
He realized he'd given himself away. Might as well make a break for it. He dashed across the hall they were coming up, but a comment thrown over one shoulder echoed in his wake. "Its called Eau de Jaxen! Very limited edition!"
The gongs drowned out the rest.