lost track of time and space
More mountains. The bitch was beginning to discover that her giant paws were great at keeping her steady on the rocky terrain. Not to mention, they were usually a safe haven from nuisances. Her encounter with her brother in her newly claimed densite had soured her mood ever since. Dark form would slither into the entrance of the caves. Dank and musty air betrayed the age of this place. Claws clicking across the stone floor, she sought to find something interesting to occupy her time today. It was dark further in, and there were quite a few different tunnels that could hold something interesting. The light of midday had faded considerably by this point, and there was no way of knowing what each section held. A rough bark would escape her jaws, echoing through the bowels of the caverns. She waited. Nothing made itself known. Fine. "Eeeny, meeny, miney, mo. Catch a traitor by the toe, if he hollers let him go." She went down the third tunnel. It didn't slope as she moved along. Instead, a few holes in the ceiling revealed strange marks on the walls. These weren't natural by any means. There was some kind of pattern and distinct intent behind them. Pausing for a moment, she surveyed the strange marks. They were definitely a sight to behold. However, she wasn't entirely sure what to think of them. They flowed together, meant to tell a story. The two legged ones were unfamiliar. She recognized the forms of elk and bison, but the rest was foreign. Why were there sticks? Whatever.
"speech" |
Levi had come home looking a little worse for wear and didn't even need to ask what had happened to know their sister had been behind his injuries, she knew her handiwork and scent well enough. Mammon had nursed her brother's bruised pride but made note to seek out their sister. She didn't particularly care for revenge for her brother's own stupidity, she simply had a passing interest in keeping tabs on their scattered family. So having pulled Sathanus' location from her brother she had set out. The supposed location of the skirmish was marked with her sister's scent but it was a bit stale. So she had set off tracking her sibling. Her scent would take her through a mountainous region, the sharp stones and rough terrain were harsh on her paw pads and she silently cursed her sister's particular taste in territory. Finally she approached a yawning cave mouth, Sathanus' scent was the strongest it had ever been. Slowly icy blues roved over strange markings on the rock walls. Finally she came up upon her sister. "Never took you as a purveyor of fine art." She purred. Hear me roar |