SEVEN DEVILS
08-07-2014, 09:29 PM
The unforgiving silence of the caverns was what drew her here -- the air was brimming with the stench of stale air and moisture, dank and unwelcoming. The utter lack of life here was suddenly seductive to the alabaster-pelted woman as her wandering gaze found the darkness of the caverns. The promise of solitude an nothingness was something she both craved and despised at the same time. She had never been particularly drawn to such morbidity, but her husband's sudden absence left her feeling significantly more cynical. Muscles rippled beneath her coat as she slid from her current path, re-directing herself toward the unknown crypts. The darkness enveloped her like a mother would its child as she slid into its depths, paws moving her with little effort over the stone floors of the cavern. Her gait was restless and fitful as she slunk into the unknown. The only sound she could hear was the gentle rapping of her claws against the smooth stone of the caverns, her tail flicking where it lay limply at her hocks. Epiphron wondered how it was that her life had changed so thoroughly in such a short time; but she found herself growing frustrated at considering things that could not be changed. A gentle huff left her lips in annoyance as she continued deeper into the labyrinth, guided merely by instinct and the faint glimmer of light that shone behind her from the cavern's entrance, slowly growing dimmer with each step. |
