-exploring the tunnels-

Following her investigation of the prominence, Nimue made her way down South, to the shimmering shore. She’d heard rumors of the earth shifting there- of the subterranean labyrinth that appeared after a deep, guttural sound tore across the territory. Wolves from across the continent had been digging up the soil, so there may have been casualties. But Nimue wasn’t here to play savior- she was focused solely on finding resources, treasures, or a sense of reason behind the ethereal occurrence.

Arriving at the shoreline, Nimue quickly enters the subterranean, using her advanced perception as a tactician to aid her through the passageways. Her canine companion is right behind her, ready to intercept any unwanted company. Though, she hopes she will run into something interesting down here.

"Nimue Vasanti"

Phobia wasn't necessarily into caves or anything. He'd spent more than his fair share of days growing up stuck back in the stone den he'd been raised in. He'd been something of a trouble maker after all. But sometimes... Curiosity got the better of him. If Phobia was finally branching out to see the world might as well get in on the weirdness right? The sky didn't exactly turn red every day.

Luckily for Phobia he'd missed the initial collapse, and had the ease of finding his way into the tunnels via a less dangerous, much more stable route. Finding an opening that didn't look too deep before leaping in himself. Was it a smart move? Probably not, he certainly didn't have a plan for not getting lost but he also trusted himself. Probably a little too much.

Clearly he was not alone in his venture. There were many lupine scents around, one stronger than the others. Feminine. He quirked his lips slightly, a brief flash of a smirk as he headed into the dark after it. Maybe company wouldn't go amiss.


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As she walked through the passageways, Nimue’s amethyst eyes were glinting with a mix of ambition and greed. The underground world was dark, mysterious, and ominous- but the treasures it may hold within, the stories it may tell, the truths it may uncover- Nimue couldn’t pull away. She continued her pursuit, despite the palpable sense of dread that hung in the air. This place was dangerous, no doubt.

Amid her patrol, Nimue realizes she is no longer alone. Her canine companion alerts her with a low growl. Another wolf is closing in. Stopping, Nimue gravitates to the cavern wall, fading into the shadows, and watching the darkness with an unwavering eye. She’s searching for flickers of movement, while testing the scents in the air.

Among the scent of damp earth and freshly turned soil, is the smell of Elysium. A scoff escapes her maw, her lips curling into a twisted, annoyed smirk. Has one of Chimera’s brood come looking for her?

"Nimue Vasanti"

Phobia heard them before he, well saw wasn't exactly the right word. Even with cat like pupils expanded to nearly the whole of his eyes there was little he could truly see in the dark. Shapes and movement mostly. Either way a low growl reached him before the blurry outline of a figure did. Her scent really hit him then, and something that had been nagging at the back of his mind decided it was tired of being ignored... Why was her scent... Familiar? Phobia stopped, squinting into the dark, unaware he wasn't seeing the wolf herself but rather her pet. Pressed into the wall as she was, and small as she was it would have been hard to see her right away if they had much light to work by and they did not.

Phobia cocked his head to the side, curious and yet frustrated by his own lack of recognition. Not that she could be blamed, Phobia's preoccupation when he'd been younger had been mostly with himself and his family, a stray brought in by his father wouldn't have been worth his consideration at the time. Even if now he might wish he had paid any attention. Worse still there was another canine scent, one he didn't realize came from the form he had locked his gaze onto... He was alone, and she was not.

"Strange place to be wandering in the dark." He finally broke the silence. The words could be seen as threatening perhaps, but his tone was silky. "Though I suppose I'm not one to talk." There was a hint of amusement to his voice. Phobia wasn't what most would consider a "friendly" wolf but he had learned to suppress the aggression. With time he'd grown to be at least... Sociable.

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