Everyone owns a gun deep inside

This stranger was different… though not really in a bad way. The scarred beast gave a nod as he introduced himself and committed the name to memory. “Leonce…” They whispered softly. “I am Melanthios Kedieo.” They had no problem letting him lead this exploration either, ears perked forward as they began to trail after him. The crypt was a strange place, sure, but at least it could provide some sort of way to pass the time. Even better if they both found something interesting to bring back out with them. But what they’d encounter next would leave Mela puzzled.

The red beast moved closer to the wall, their fiery eyes glowing somewhat as they observed the symbols on the wall. “Strange… these markings are quite bizarre.” They turned her head to the right and then the left, examining them. “Do you suppose they are trying to say something? A message left from the twolegs, perhaps?” Melanthios looked to Leonce, wondering what he might make of this.