08-02-2016, 10:16 PM
Declan Gregory
PPC
Declan paled when he realized the extent of Soren's injuries. The rag bloodied and bound about his skull, he hoped covered a gouging crevice, not an eye injury.
Fervor wracked Soren's expression, sharp from the uncovered eye. Declan nodded, dry tongue yearning for the wetness of snow before descending. But the siren call forward overcame.
He stepped out into darkness, and his foot found a staircase.
Stone. Natural. As though the walls of the cave angled of their own accord into perfect stones downward.
The air was humid despite the elevation. And surprisingly, a dim light echoed within. When they reached the bottom, bones crunched underfoot, extraordinarily loud in the vastness. At the bottom of some kind of bowl in the earth, water pooled, likely from the lake above. And Declan believed somehow the guardian lived down here, rising when it sensed dangerous approach.
The light from above illuminated slick walls, which Declan studied thoroughly.
"There," he pointed. A door was embedded into the stone face. Above was inscribed a picture, waves and a figure commanding them.
"Strange to find in so remote a place."
Wary, but too late to turn back now, he pushed the door and surprisingly, it swung on easy hinges.
PPC
Declan paled when he realized the extent of Soren's injuries. The rag bloodied and bound about his skull, he hoped covered a gouging crevice, not an eye injury.
Fervor wracked Soren's expression, sharp from the uncovered eye. Declan nodded, dry tongue yearning for the wetness of snow before descending. But the siren call forward overcame.
He stepped out into darkness, and his foot found a staircase.
Stone. Natural. As though the walls of the cave angled of their own accord into perfect stones downward.
The air was humid despite the elevation. And surprisingly, a dim light echoed within. When they reached the bottom, bones crunched underfoot, extraordinarily loud in the vastness. At the bottom of some kind of bowl in the earth, water pooled, likely from the lake above. And Declan believed somehow the guardian lived down here, rising when it sensed dangerous approach.
The light from above illuminated slick walls, which Declan studied thoroughly.
"There," he pointed. A door was embedded into the stone face. Above was inscribed a picture, waves and a figure commanding them.
"Strange to find in so remote a place."
Wary, but too late to turn back now, he pushed the door and surprisingly, it swung on easy hinges.