11-26-2014, 04:21 PM
“A Rat.”
In contrast with his teasing tone, her reply was flat and matter of fact. She knew his kind was squeamish about such things, and she would have been lying to herself if she didn’t admit to have a slight hope to see him pale at the thought.
Letting his comment on ninjas slide, Akantha pointed past him to another intersecting tunnel. “That way. Ssome men ssay a few of the people have been going missing deeper down in the tunnelss.”
Her voice, though deep and soft, when compared to her male counterparts, was distinctly sibilant and harsh next to Sarkozy’s. “It can get dark and damp where we are going, sso watch your sstep.”
Walking past him, the Naga headed towards the opening she’d mentioned. “Life endss easily down here, but there wass some mention of one woman being torn apart. I went to look at thingss for myself. You might find ssome of it of interest.”
She was referring to deep grooves on the walls. Claw marks that ran along the concrete, breaking up graffiti, and accompanied dry blotches of blood. She’d tasted nothing in the air there any longer.
Whatever had been there, had not returned when she’d found the mess it left behind. Part of her had wanted to follow the trail, but she was still sore from her last tet-a-tet with a beast. Despite her every scale being uncomfortable with the idea, having Ivan by her side was a better idea than venturing deeper down that trail on her own. Her ego was not very pleased with that at all.
In contrast with his teasing tone, her reply was flat and matter of fact. She knew his kind was squeamish about such things, and she would have been lying to herself if she didn’t admit to have a slight hope to see him pale at the thought.
Letting his comment on ninjas slide, Akantha pointed past him to another intersecting tunnel. “That way. Ssome men ssay a few of the people have been going missing deeper down in the tunnelss.”
Her voice, though deep and soft, when compared to her male counterparts, was distinctly sibilant and harsh next to Sarkozy’s. “It can get dark and damp where we are going, sso watch your sstep.”
Walking past him, the Naga headed towards the opening she’d mentioned. “Life endss easily down here, but there wass some mention of one woman being torn apart. I went to look at thingss for myself. You might find ssome of it of interest.”
She was referring to deep grooves on the walls. Claw marks that ran along the concrete, breaking up graffiti, and accompanied dry blotches of blood. She’d tasted nothing in the air there any longer.
Whatever had been there, had not returned when she’d found the mess it left behind. Part of her had wanted to follow the trail, but she was still sore from her last tet-a-tet with a beast. Despite her every scale being uncomfortable with the idea, having Ivan by her side was a better idea than venturing deeper down that trail on her own. Her ego was not very pleased with that at all.