Grim Grinning Ghosts

Eldritch kicks off, muscles rippling smoothly as he dashes off and down the down the rickety wooden bridge with a surprised grunt of his guide following after him. The wood is warm and he can feel just dry each board is as his paws thunder across them. Half-way down the span, just when the dark male starts to believe that he is home free, one of his front paws strikes a piece of wood… and keeps going through. Eyes widen slightly, as he is pitched forward, body now careening down into the weakened structure.

For a moment, as he tumbles ass over head, the man cannot help but wonder if this bridge will continue to hold. Thankfully, the grumpy guide is right behind him and Eldritch’s lips peel back as he feels his scruff being grabbed. With a little more shoving than the dark male appreciates, the pair finally make it to end, where solid ground waits and the hold is released. A glower is shot at the guide as the Borzoi disappears into the opening of the cave with an eyeroll and the slightly irate male takes a moment to compose himself before following after.

It is then that he realizes he scraped the outer part of his back-left leg and, while it is bleeding slightly, he doesn’t think it will leave any permeant mark.

With a small shrug and not giving it a second thought, Eldritch moves into the dark cave where warm lava lights the area. White eyes roam from rocks, to bridge, to the lava itself as he moves to join the guide. The pair stand there as the dark man tries to puzzle out what to do since it is obvious that they need to get through this place to continue on. With a glance at the guide, he moves to the first wooden bridge while thinking that, they have to be here for a reason. This time he tries to be more careful as he begins to try and cross the bridges to get to out of this room.


"Eldritch Amarix" | "Latin"