We Keep the Demons Down Below
Rudyard
Knight
Trophy Hunter
04-21-2021, 06:17 PM
Rudy was mending up nicely after his run in with the coyotes. His limp was gone, and all that seemed to remain was the slashes left over one eye. Rudy wasn’t one to worry about such minor details and just decided they were some good battle scars that could make for great stories. The day was nice, he was healed enough to go hunting but, he wasn’t doing that today. The sky was clear today, and while it was still really cold it was less cold than the prior days of the week. None of that mattered, something in his gut told him not to hunt. Rudy never took such feelings lightly, and instincts had saved his rump more than once. Rudy quietly roamed the castle. He wasn’t bothering to hide himself but the boy wasn’t doing anything to stand out, listening to any conversations that passed his way that might explain the cause of his unease. Rudy paused as he reached steps that led farther down into the castle bowels. He smelled mom having gone down there and the question of why quickly came to his mind. He’d been down there back early on when they had arrived here but nothing had given him a desire to return. The barred doors and darkness created a sense of gloom that didn’t mix with Rudy’s generally happy disposition. For the moment his curiosity to his unease were cast aside to go check this out instead. Heading down the steps the shadows quickly overtook the light. There was no fresh scent of others coming down here so this wasn’t for conversation. His ears strained for sounds and for a moment he imagined having heard a scrape and movement but then things went silent. As he neared the bottom there was a bit more light but the shadows danced and soon enough he knew why by sight of the fire in the hearth. Resin was sitting in the middle of the room and something of it brought that unwanted feeling in his stomach. Whether or not this had to do with why it was a bad day to hunt didn’t really matter, something down here was wrong. Some part of his mind pointed out if she came down here to be alone he should leave. There was some potential logic to that, but logic was different than instinct, he could ignore logic and create his own. Rudy stepped farther into the gloomy room, noticing it seemed a bit cleaner than before. “Mom?” The boy offering just one questioning word of greeting. Rudy’s inside burned with this being wrong. This wasn’t a spot one would come to think, there were better places for it. She wasn’t doing anything actively here for a secret spot to work. Even full grown, approaching Resin it was easy to see he’d always be smaller than her. Resin’s normal sense of quiet confidence would likely have her seem large as life even if she had been small, but again something was different now. “What are you doing down here?” Nosy. Well, that was nothing knew for Rudy. "Rudyard"
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