Grim Grinning Ghosts

The two dark male creatures simply stare at each other, Eldritch giving the stranger a grunt in greeting as he approaches him and waits for the other to speak. The only sign of acknowledgment is a grunt of approval that is given from the serious Borzoi before he turns to lead Eldritch away. The Amarix male is fast behind him, keeping close to his guide as a thick, choking fog suddenly envelopes the pair. It blinds almost every sense that the dark wolf has and he is forced to squint his white, water-filled eyes in the hopes of finding his guide through the mist. Flashes of the dark coat ahead are the signs he gets of his guide and he follows it boldly through the swirling smoke.

Finally, after what seems like forever, the thick fog begins to abate and, where his nose had been blind mere seconds before, Eldritch is suddenly punched in the face by the strong, acrid scent of sulfur. It is strangely calming to the dark man and definitely an improvement over the obstructing gray he had been in. Blinking away the last of the tears that the fog had left behind, the man is unexpectedly pulled backward by the Borzoi guide. Lips peel back into a snarl and he wonders, for a brief moment, if he is about to fight his guide.

However, as his vison resolves, his lips and fur fall back into their neutral state as he realizes that he standing at the edge of a chasm and that he had almost just stepped off. A grunt of surprise is given as Eldritch stares down at the bubbling lava, that fills the deep chasm below, watching the liquid death as it flows freely below them. His guide catches his attention, motioning him towards a wobbly wooden bridge that connects the area where they are standing to a cave on the other side of the wide canyon.

White gaze carefully inspects the planks that lay before him and notices that the bridge is a sad start of disrepair but appears to be mostly solid… mostly. A grunt of understanding is given as he walks up to his guide, dipping his head in acknowledgement. Taking a deep breath, he turns to the bridge, muscles coil tightly as he prepares himself. As he slowly exhales, Eldritch releases all the tension in one, fluid motion as he attempts to dash across the rickety wooden bridge before it has a chance to collapse on him. As much as he enjoys the heat the lava below them gives off, he is in no hurry to take a lava bath.


"Eldritch Amarix" | "Latin"