six feet under
08-22-2013, 01:43 PM
~*~ The darkness was minimal to those creatures who'd been blessed with great eyesight. Silverback's grey-green orbs shone out like lamps at every stray whisper of strangled sunbeam that found it's way down. There were surprisingly enough of them at the top - what with roots having poked through the cieling, but the farther one went into the laberynth, the darker and darker it became. At one point, Silverback found that it didn't feel so close anymore- and stretched out her tail to find that the walls had spread out. She'd found a chamber - perhaps a heart of sorts of the strange place. Stalking carefully through the dark, she hopped onto a stone slab which had been set like a sacrifical table in the center. How perfect. She could see herself coming down here when she crazed a cut off from the rest of the world. What's more, oddly enough, she found trace scents of other creatures. There were so few elements to wipe smells away, that they could've probably dated as far back as a season. There were a few different wolf signatures to be found, but no cats. Unfortunately. Bit of a shame really - this was quite the underground palace. Perhaps she'd find some corner tucked deep, deep underground and help up using it as a place to stash prey. In cooler areas, the meat would probably keep for a long time. A truly wicked idea came in the form of scaring a small herd of sheep or deer into the depths and cornering them off. She stretched out on her belly and let her claws knead into the lip of the stone, as she basked in the thoughts that this darkness produced. Eventually though, she came to realize she was not alone. There were pawsteps echoing ever so softly against the walls. Someone was coming. |