A Daager To The Heart
Bog!
Broad paws traipsed carefully along after his larger companion, sidestepping smaller shards of glass and carefully placing his paws on the larger, flat ones that were less likely to cut him. "I think it's human stuff. There's a bunch of it on the Forgotten Isle in Auster to." Jynn offered as she skirted the outside of the structure on nimble paws. Casting verdant eyes upon his surroundings, the swamp dweller supposed that was as good an explanation as any. The mud hued healer peered through the gap between her long legs when they reached the top of a stairwell, squinting into the awaiting darkness. "I've never been there before, might have to go take a look at some point." he drawled quietly, uneasy at the prospect of wandering down into the unknown darkness. However, he'd come to trust Jynn enough that if she went, he would follow. She'd mentioned her skills in combat, so he hoped he would be safe from any potential threats that might be lurking down there. Two sets of claws clicking against the stone stairs as they descended into the dimly lit basement, only to be met with the sounds of cavern ambiance. A subtle drip from somewhere within, and echoes from every movement. Surveying the ground, it seemed to be littered with more broken glass and fallen stones. Looking up, the stones seemed to have come from the ceiling. Was it safe down here? He hoped so. "Boy, what a wreck. Though I wonder how they made these walls and stuff." the russet fae mused aloud. With a heavy shrug, Bog took a few steps deeper into the basement. A strange not-leaf crinkled under his paw in a very non-leaf-y manner, and the poor healer found himself vaulting straight up in a panic. A yelp of concern escaped his maw, and he landed with a soft oof on his paws a half foot away. Hackles bristling, he dropped his head between his shoulders and cautiously crept closer. Whatever it was, it was slightly reflective, but moved like a leaf or a sheet of paper. Nostrils flaring, he pulled in a few deep breaths as he tried to catch a scent from the strange non-leaf to determine its origin. All he could detect was damp stone and dust. "Great Tree, what the fuck is this? I just about pissed myself- damnit." he muttered in Fennish, scowling at the strange piece of litter that had offended him. It used to be a bag of chips, but he had no way of knowing this. |