If You're Going Through Hell

The dream of adventure swept the yearling north. He had explored some of the other regions but somehow found himself underground. Never had the one year old boy ever experieced such an odd biome. What engulfed him was the sulfurous smell of molten lava mixed with that of the scent of a feline. Plague had never encountered a cat before nor had he seen lava up close and personal. The sight of the vicious liquid caused a shiver to travel down his spine. With a gulp his thoughts traveled back to his father who had died in the grasp of Mount Volkan. It seemed as of late he had been reminded of such more and more but maybe that just meant he was far too sheltered within the packlands. Maybe getting out from beneath his mother's shadow would aid in his healing.

Plague thought about turning back to go back into the fresh air and save himself anymore trouble. But, the boy continued downward through the weaving black caverns and followed the river of lava. Hues of hell painted the walls of the subterranean caverns as well as his alabaster fur. Morbid thoughts of what it would feel like to touch such horribly hot liquid would feel like invaded his mind. With a quick shake of his scruff Plague trotted forth, attempting to toss aside his anxiety.

Suddenly the sight of another animal filled his vision. The feline that he has caught wind of earlier was before him. Plague took in a quick breath before offering polite vocals in their direction, "I did not think i'd find someone in this hell hole."

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