Post by Grayell on Oct 12, 2011 7:25:56 GMT -5
(Lovely. I may have found something of a trap. Remnants here indicate it's been a long time... but looks to have killed someone. What about the tops of the podiums? Anything on them?)
Grayell liked traps about as much as he liked magic. Others magic at any rate. Grooves on the floor.... trap there or in the ceiling.
His first task was to investigate those grooves and the surrounding area without getting too close. He also looked for a rock, something sizable, something with heft to it. He needed Kiga here. He studied the floor for tracks, sign of passing or passing having failed. Evidence.
(Hm. This could take a while. As we should. You know, later.)
He chuckled but was still very intent on the task at hand.
(Does it make you wonder? Something so old, so ancient and us in it? Surely it holds danger... only imagine. The rush of battle, your body alive should you be hit, cut or bruised... the screaming of your senses to work harder, fight back, prevail. The battle ended in such silent halls, your breath hard, your chest pounding.
I am imagining it. Us. Sweaty, bloodied, almost tired. Pushed to extremes, almost trembling with energy, our bodies so on edge. Everything alive, the wolf awake. So very alive... so very... sensitive.
Hm. Imagine what we could do then. You and I, brimming with life... and these long, lonely halls. I imagine none would hear us....)
He smiled, just a little, his tongue sliding against the tip of his canine.
Grayell liked traps about as much as he liked magic. Others magic at any rate. Grooves on the floor.... trap there or in the ceiling.
His first task was to investigate those grooves and the surrounding area without getting too close. He also looked for a rock, something sizable, something with heft to it. He needed Kiga here. He studied the floor for tracks, sign of passing or passing having failed. Evidence.
(Hm. This could take a while. As we should. You know, later.)
He chuckled but was still very intent on the task at hand.
(Does it make you wonder? Something so old, so ancient and us in it? Surely it holds danger... only imagine. The rush of battle, your body alive should you be hit, cut or bruised... the screaming of your senses to work harder, fight back, prevail. The battle ended in such silent halls, your breath hard, your chest pounding.
I am imagining it. Us. Sweaty, bloodied, almost tired. Pushed to extremes, almost trembling with energy, our bodies so on edge. Everything alive, the wolf awake. So very alive... so very... sensitive.
Hm. Imagine what we could do then. You and I, brimming with life... and these long, lonely halls. I imagine none would hear us....)
He smiled, just a little, his tongue sliding against the tip of his canine.