Grim Grinning Ghosts

Carefully, Eldritch makes his way over the slightly singed bridges. Progress is steady and along the way, a bundled item catches his eye so he greedily snatches it up and tucks it away for examination at a later time. The bridges deposit him and his guide onto a large, level, flat stone and the dark male gets the impression that thousands of paws have touched it over an untold number of years.

Once he is done examining the stone that they find themselves on, Eldritch turns his attention to the area around him… and that is when his troubles start. There is no clear, discernible way to get from this stone to the next area and his brow slowly furrows in frustration. White eyes find several options and for several, long moments, he weighs the pros and cons of each. Eyes dart over to his guide who stoically stands guard and immediately scratches one idea off his list.

Finally, Eldritch releases a short, pensive sigh and turns around, trotting to the spot furthest from the stalagmites. Spinning to face them, the man crouches, muscles coiling and storing the energy for the moment soon to come. Taking a deep breath, he holds it for a space of four heartbeats before slowly pushing it out through his mouth. At the same time, he kicks off, rocketing across the flat space between him and the first stalagmite. Once close enough, he bends his knees and leaps into the air, hoping against hope to use the series of stalagmites as stepping stones.


"Eldritch Amarix" | "Latin"