Call of The Abyss

They linger at the border of the ominous land, allowing their raven companions to complete a quick, aerial assessment. Aside from the appearance of the towering spires, and the blood-red sky that cast an eerie shadow over the territory, there didn’t seem to be any immediate danger. Not yet, at least. Shifting her weight from right to left, Clove swallows down her apprehension, and flashes Akito a smile. “I won’t, promise!” She confirms, finding comfort in the protective warmth that radiates from him. They might be far away from the safety of their packs and families- but at least they had each other.

Taking a step forward, Clove crosses the threshold. It feels like she’s stepping into a different realm- the air grows thick with tension, causing her instincts to sharpen, and a chill to run up her spine. A weight settles in her chest- a mix of apprehension and fear- but she swallows it with a big gulp. Steeling her resolve, she makes her way toward one of the towering spires, and starts to inspect the grotesque, fearful creature’s faces that are etched into the weathered stone. “I…” She’s starstruck, and at a loss for words. “I’ve never seen these creatures. They look so.... Scared.” She’s referring to the faces etched into the spires.

The longer she stared, the heavier the air around her felt- as if the air itself carried the weight of ancient secrets, and the land around her was watching her every move, aware of her presence. To determine if she was a threat.

And perhaps it was- suddenly, the air around them picked up, wind rushing past them with fierce intensity, as if it were alive. It whips around the corners and crevices of the spires, creating a sharp, piercing tone that made her ears ring. It was similar to a dissonant cry, and was oddly mournful. Reflexively, she gravitates back towards Akito, pressing herself against his side as the wind whirls around them.

"Clove Carpathius"