TREADING ON BROKEN GLASS
01-26-2014, 10:01 PM
Oohhh it was steep here. Shilah braced himself as he carefully navigated down the side of the mountain. The young brute was wishing he'd have gone around through the pass rather than traverse this treacherous terrain but it was too late now. The sky was still spilling it's precious blood and that made the climb all the more dangerous. The constant rain was bound to create a mud slide and boulders could easily be shifted loose. One paw then another, Shilah navigated the terrain like a mountain goat, only stumbling a few times as he kept working his way down. The rain was good in general and necessary for life but too much of anything was always dangerous and he was more than ready for the spirits to give it a rest. Shilah was just starting the second leg of his descent when he noticed an unusual entrance. Curious and more than ready he entered stumbling forward and catching himself just before a fall. It was then he heard swearing in a voice that seemed way to familiar. Weth? Without a second thought he shimmed down the entrance and into the eerie dark of the stone walled crypt. "Hello? Weth is that you down here?" Speech |