He had hardly left the confines and safety of the mines. The ash cloud outside still hanging over most of the territory, choking and blinding the life that wandered outside, and he knew that it would last a few more days. He did not doubt that this attack from nature would leave many injured or weaker then before, perhaps even worse then he thought ash could do. But alas, he would not be leaving this cave until it was cleared up enough to venture back. Instead, he had slipped deeper into the mines, investigating and driving out any who resided within. Rogues and wild animals alike. This place was his for the duration of this phenomenon, and he would do as he pleased.
He would sink farther into the darkness, the only smell around him was the musty scent of the mines intermixed with the overpowering stench of blood that always adorned his coat. He had been growing awfully bored here, and wanted some sort of entertainment...perhaps, and hopefully, it would saunter in soon. A lost deer, a frightened creature, even another being such as himself...no matter what it would be, he wanted some fun. And so the crimson stained beast would hide within the confines of his claimed place, sitting atop a dug out ledge and overlooking the ground some ten feet below. Hidden by shadows, hidden by the stench of blood...waiting.
Wandering. Was that all she ever did these days? It seemed like it. Had she even known she had stumbled upon a new territory? Probably not. But it did seem different. She liked it, but it still smelled ashy in the air. The feel, the scents. It did not seem right. It's a cave, I wonder... Stronger ash smell seeped into her nose, cutting off her thoughts, making her link back to awareness. Gods, what was happening? Should I take a shelter in the caves?she had asked herself stupider questions. What else would she do? How would she get away from this horrid feeling? She just did not know.
Her heart raced under fluffy chest fur and bones, newly born muscles rippling under soft dark pelt. Long tail lashing. Was this the girl that was once afraid of the night? Was this the girl that was scared to attack her sister, thinking she would hurt her? No. It was not. She was not like that anymore. But she was still not a coward, she ran from true danger in her belief that it was, true danger. And she agreed with herself that it was. So, in that instant, the instant that she hesitated, was the time she decided to go to the cave. And be ready for whatever be lurking there. It being probably someone trying to stay away from the horrid place of uneasiness.
When she was inside she sighed, even though the horrid stench of blood had came from this cave, it wold do. She did not mind the scent. She just did not like the fact that she could be stuck in here. With this horrible scent everywhere. How would she sleep? That, she did not know.
