THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Oooooo it was certainly spooky in here. Hárekr wasn't quite sure what to make of the earthy metallic scent that stained the place. Cautiously he stepped further in, eyes drinking in the reflections of moonlight, the only source of light that gave some sense of the forms that rose up before him. He turned back to look at Joker as she followed behind him. He chuckled. "I fear nothing. Death is the road to awe, the road to the hall of the gods where a feast beyond all imagining awaits. As long as one fosters courage in their heart and faces the unknown with bravery and fortitude there is nothing to fear." He'd seen enough of loss and his beliefs were firmly rooted. He believed this life was but a phase. There was more beyond and everyone at some point would die. What unknown could be greater than that of death? Except… perhaps that he believed he did in fact know what was to be this greatest of unknowns. An unknown as small as a dark cavern seemed rather inconsequential in comparison.
Hárekr took a step forward, his abdomen tightening sharply as his weight shifted back, the paw he meant to step on finding nothing but air. "Oh… carefully it's a bit steep down here." Gingerly he maneuver his paws onto the slope then with a joyous cry he slid down the slope to the bottom where he promptly ran into a rockface…. ow.
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
