Fight Like Your Gods and Monsters
Engulfed in darkness, large paws trudged behind the smaller frame of the female as she began the exploration. Calling back to him, she ensured the man not be scared. Scared? Why would he? He was too caught up with his deep concentration with the cool stone built around him to worry about any fear. With the rhythmic patter of their steps and the hollow echoes surrounding him, it easy to slip away into his thoughts. It brought him back to the conversation he once had with his elder brother some time ago. An inquiry rose, questioning if he felt the same strong pull to his element underground as he did with natural life on the surface. Of course, he didn't know at that time. Swaying on his limbs and focusing on the energy flowing around him, he surely had that answer.
The male's figure silently sneaked closer to hers, not daring to disrupt their synchronised steps. Wrapped in her feminine aroma, he held onto that scent for a few moments longer. Why did such scents have to be so teasing? As light erupted further down the tunnel, he shrunk back into his previous position, keeping some distance between them. His previous thoughts were shaken out of his head as the two steered into the open cavern. Mirroring the woman's awe, his gaze trailed across the beauty of the cave. Intricate crystals grew along the stone surface, illuminating the cavern with a mystical glow. Was it real what he saw? It seemed too delicate to possibly be recreated in a physical object. Who knew caves held such things? In the midst of the intriguing geological formations, a body of water laid undisturbed. Moist air drifted around him, resembling the assumed temperature of the warm spring before them. The cave was the perfect environment for aromatherapy or any healing for that matter. Such smells, temperature and water were as beneficial as they could get. As those thoughts drifted away from his clearing mind, he slowly approached the spring in a daze. Dabbing a paw into the warm water, he peered back at the gazing lass, hoping she would join him. |