Light it up

Though Pythia could not see the ominous phenomenon that was happening to their world, she felt it in her bones. In her nerves that lit up like electricity every time the ground shook beneath her paws. And like her sister Gilda, she would not be deterred from scoping out what was going on. Easily convinced by the Raid King's lookalike, Pythia followed with as hurried of a step as she could manage. At least with Gilda's guidance and the ethereal pull from what was happening made it slightly easier.

The closer they moved toward it, the more her belly clenched and her heart rate quickened. She could taste the difference in the air on her tongue. Thick, almost syrupy. Even her nose twitches at the tinge of something unidentifiable in the air. What was that? It wasn't quite coppery like she found blood to be, but it definitely wasn't something she'd ever found before.

When Gilda begins to whisper beside her, she turns an ear in her sister's direction. Blood red sky? Big spikes poking from the ground? Was he finally here to take her? To take them all? Surely she hadn't been given enough time to prove her worth to their mighty god... "Abraxas," Pythia's voice is a breathy whisper as she leans in a tad closer to Gilda. She's not afraid, but at the same time, she is. "Tell me more," she murmurs.

"speech"