Haunted House (Plague)
Shelby
11-05-2020, 09:10 AM
Given the fact that he had been so sure that this was an old, withered corpse of some sort, the fact that it there was somehow still a good bit of wetness and give to the unnamed meat put him off even more than he already had been. It made him pause as he swallowed back the bile that rose in his throat, but he did eventually continue his search even though he didn't know what exactly what it was he was looking for. He let himself follow the unsettling pressure he felt from some unseen force as it tried to guide him to the right thing and eventually he finally found something solid among the pile of meat. His teeth clamped down on what felt like some kind of bone and after some pulling a skull emerged. It was oddly clean despite the environment he had pulled it from and after shaking it off a bit it was what he would have expected to find on a fully decomposed corpse. It couldn't quite name what kind of skull it was just yet, but something told him he should hold on to it for now so he did just that as he hopped down from the table. He got the sense that his work here was done so he left the room, finding himself in the foyer of the mansion once again. With everything that had happened thus far, a logical wolf would probably have left then and there, but his curiosity continued to be his downfall. He spotted the one doorway he hadn't explored just yet and he moved toward it with a bit of hesitation. There was no door blocking his path this time, instead just an opening with stairs that led down into a foreboding darkness. Steeling his nerves, Plague began to carefully and slowly go down the stairs, blinking and squinting to make his eyes adjust to the darkness the best they could. It didn't really matter though since the heavy, oppressive darkness blocked everything from view. He reached the bottom of the stairs and with a glance back the way he came and a look up at the doorway that seemed far too high to be real, he heavily considered turning back - especially when he sensed something looming in the darkness near him. He nearly dropped the skull he was still carrying when something brushed against him, sending a chill over his skin and making him freeze up again. Just as he was about to dart back up the stairs, the same voice from before that had pushed him through these trials of sorts returned. Save me! It made him stop and look back toward the darkness uncertainly. It was drawing him in, calling for his assistance. The longer this went on, the more he wondered what it could be or even who it could be and that was enough to make his intrigue outweigh his fear. In a last minute stroke of what he thought might be ingenuity, he placed the skull on the ground long enough for him to slip his head inside, the piece of hard bone fitting his head oddly perfectly so that his emerald eyes could look through the eye holes. With his makeshift helmet secured, he dove into the darkness, following the voice and pull of this unknown presence as he went to its rescue. |
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