im on my vigilante shit
riot
10-19-2024, 02:41 PM
Her scouting up in Boreas had not been quite as fruitful as she had hoped. Attempting to carve into the spires didn't bring any wrath upon her. Tired of listening to the wailing of the pointed creepy things, Delphi had heard tale of weird channels sprouting up in Auster. Hurrying as quick as her short legs could take her, Delphi sees that the channels have collapsed by the time she arrives. A winding, underground labyrinth begging to be explored.
Standing at the nearest entrance, Delphi peers down into the shadows with her companions, Binti and Tas. They shoot her apprehensive looks, but in usual Delphi style, she ignores them. "What is there to lose?" She states cheekily to them as she takes her first steps leading into the dark.
"Delphi"
Standing at the nearest entrance, Delphi peers down into the shadows with her companions, Binti and Tas. They shoot her apprehensive looks, but in usual Delphi style, she ignores them. "What is there to lose?" She states cheekily to them as she takes her first steps leading into the dark.
10-19-2024, 03:57 PM
Channels, tunnels, all of them opening up like a new world beneath her feet. Iscariot only knows that it's far too much to explore in one day, and that they call to her. Exploring, getting a grip on what exactly was happening... it's too interesting a concept. Fascinating, more like. Drawn in like a moth to flame, pacing through the tunnel with her bats at the head.
Iscariot follows them, for the most part. Letting their chittering calls back and forth guide the way, at least, until one of them seemed to get confused. It's Clam's voice that echoes through, calling her back to... was that the entrance? At least it was an entrance, Iscariot's eyes narrowing as she stumbles back out into the blinding, red daylight. Blinking slowly as her eyes adjust, shaking a bit of dirt from her coat.
She'd nearly walked into the other girl, an angular creature that was barely taller than Riot herself. "Just time, seems like." Though she hadn't spoken to Iscariot, the frustration is evident on her face and in her clipped tone. "We started north of here, at another entrance." Grumbling, one bat on each shoulder, Iscariot's rueful gaze sets back on the tunnels.
honduran white bats, chaos & calamity (clam)