grease is the word
Islands were something she enjoyed warily, after having washed up on one when she first arrived. They aroused a feeling of discontent in the celestial behemoth, reminding her of the emotions she first felt when she arrived in these lands. When Mithras had been taken from her by the storm. However, now she was trying to feel the love for it all. There was plentiful vegetation here, growing over and through crumbled stone structures. Immense paws thundered across the terra as she ambled aimlessly about, watching the surrounding landscape curiously. It was a strange looking place, and there was a structure in the midst of all the rubble that was truly interesting. Casual strides would carry her into the ruins, celestial pelt darkening when she disappeared from the embrace of light. Amethyst optics looked it all over. Vines climbed perfectly vertical walls, cracking through the monotone grey stone. On the ground were scattered flat creations, which reflected the meager light that entered the structure. She padded closer, crown dipping between her shoulders so she could regard the closest one. She would frown, tilting her head this way and that to try and figure it out. It was a queer object, what looked like ice had been cracked for some reason, but the image beneath it was still mostly clear. It looked like a landscape, nothing familiar, with beasts roaming it that she didn't recognize. It was a savanna, but she had no idea what the creatures were, and that was upsetting. They were striped, and they looked like deer, sort of. Why would deer be striped? A low growl escaped her, irritated by the confusion this image caused for her. What was this place, why was it here? She didn't understand how any of this could have come to be. Lip would curl in an aggravated snarl, silent but evident. Straightening, she would trudge off further into the cavern that wasn't a cavern. This was a ridiculous place, and she was feeling a sense of love-hate filling her. She was upset by the fact that it made no sense in any way, bu she wanted to see everything else this place might offer up. Two corridors were soon offered to her, one leading up and the other leading onward in the direction she was already heading. With a small frown, she would decide upon heading upwards. The method of heading toward the sky was strange, footholds in the ground inclining upward. It was odd at first, jerky rather than smooth climbing. However, she got into the rhythm quickly. When she reached flat ground again, it was much lighter. Holes in the wall let in a lot of light, which set her cosmic pelt to glowing. She sighed, following the tunnel again. Broken bits of wood were fallen across the floor in some places, other blocked openings in the wall. One was completely wedged in the hole closest to her, one that was probably about as tall as she was on her hind legs. Glaring at it, she decided she didn't enjoy that she was being blocked from entering whatever space was behind it. Growling a little under her breath, she trotted toward it, and gave it an experimental shove with the topmost part of her skull. It groaned a little, but didn't budge in the slightest. Baring her teeth in yet another silent snarl, she reared onto her hind legs and braced her forepaws upon the surface. Now the wood screamed in distress, but didn't even splinter. Relieving it of her weight for a moment, she pushed against the door. Metal shrieked, hinges protesting. Again, she shoved harder. Wood splintered beneath the assault, so when she repeated the action, her paws fell through the slab. Grunting in surprise, rosy optics would widen. Inhaling slowly, she fought to withdraw her limbs. Not good, not good. The galactic dame would think in mild distress as she finally pulled her feet away from their prison. This time, one powerful shoulder would be wedged against the wood and the woman would grunt and huff as she strained to open it. When the wood finally gave, and splintered violently, she all but fell inward. Stumbling through the opening in the stone, she ended up in a very strange room indeed. Shaking out her coat, she padded further within. A hole in the ground was full of murky, filthy water. Lip would curl in disgust. The stagnant pool was appalling, but that wasn't the most interesting thing in here. Glancing about, it appeared as though there were bits of pelt that weren't pelt, were partially eaten away by animals or mould. Snorting, she absently busied herself with investigating the strange room. What was going on in this place? What kind of creature could have dreamed up such a thing, as clearly the gods had not put this on the island.
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