This is our make or break it

Azriel · 08-23-2024, 06:28 AM

Don't you know I'm not the same

The moonlight cascaded as Az made his way along. Shoulder crudely patched up but scabbing nonetheless. The swim here had been unpleasant to say the least. Salt clung too his pelt, but he had mostly dried out by now. His quills sttod at attention from discomfort of the itchiness of it. He ignored it mostly though.

His paws touched sleek floors as he padded into the space. His eyes cast upon the area, decrepit yet somehow felt like maybe a temple of its own design. What beings could of built this structure? Did they leave of their own volition? Did they worship the decaying painted gods on the ceiling? Many questions came and he could not see the answer yet, but he knew he would find it somewhere sometime.

He kept moving, his pace slow and gaze wandering. He would have to bring Oath here and get his take on the place. Perhaps kiska and their gods resided in these halls. Faint tapping sounds could be heard as he moved, nails clicking on the hard but smooth surface. His path taking him to a even larger room, one with a grandeous feel to it. His path stopped in the center of this room and he lowered his haunches. His eyes stayed on the ceiling. This temple was massive, and this was only the first floor. He could see Oath preaching here if Judila had never of fallen.

All the Morningstar children would of loved this gem he felt.

Walk, "talk", Think

I grew up to be the gravedigger

_{Art and code by Asena; lines by Srynix}

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