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[Shesha]

OOC:Sorry...

IC:Sheshna took a look at the guards. She had barely really even finished her little song. No way she was gonna miss out. This lady was demanding outright. She shot down the hole with a bit of quickness in her step. Her hands catching roots for grip on her way. She had a spark of genius. She broke a few branches on her way down, allowing them to fall into the pit beneath.

"No light now till we get to the bottom, feel your way around. We don't want them to know who's in here until we're done. They'll ruin everything, just as I find something interesting." She said.

She wasn't going to allow guards to spoil something interesting. It was what she lived for.

[Limey]

A tunnel that had known nothing but darkness for so long it had forgotten what time was, and suddenly light had invaded it. Not much, but enough for Izzrak to slither and slide down to its bottom as much as he did climb. Old dust puffed up when his sandals touched down, and he cast squinting eyes down the tunnel... And that was what it was, he soon realized. Old and irregular, perhaps, but definitely cut through the earth by some willing and purposeful hand. Or claw. Or jaws. A flash of that massive, barbed appendage slashed across his vision again, but he willed it away. His cousin needed him, and he could not fail her now. The two bickering females joined him quickly, and he followed Shesha's advice, blunt though it was. Smart, though... but part of his guessed that whatever was down here didn't need light to find them... or kill them. "Blood..." His words came through to them as a whimper. Something wet and red and fresh glinted on the virgin dust... leading away from the light into the shadows. Izzrak forced himself not to fret, not to panic. Now was the test; now was where he had to be strong. "Make light our way, Shesha," he said, willing his words into something resembling command, even here, in a monster's domain, "We follow he trail..." Eventually, three pairs of feet stepped from he flickering torchlight above them, and journeyed into the darkness... ---------- It didn't know what it was anymore. It knew its purpose, but that had been long since abandoned. The queen was dead and none had replaced her, the females having died with her when their tunnels were shaken into ruin and the nest obliterated. It did not feel like other beings did, but as much as it was capable, the creature was proud and happy in the times long past. There was... purpose. Perfection. A sprawling but ordered world carved from the dirt, and everything was in its proper place. All gone. Lost to screaming dirt in an instant, everything taken from it. It eat and it patrolled and it... searched. But it felt... and that was worst of all. It did not want to feel; it wanted to act as it was meant to, but it could not. But now there was change. Other beats of life in the tunnels. Invaders. Trespassers. Sightless eyes pulsed as footsteps so soft boomed through ears and made it see, senses working together after so long. Big changes. Coming closer. It had harvested already. A fortunate find, falling literally into its lap. But now would come a hunt. A relic memory of days long and lamented passed. On claws decrepit but still hard enough to chip rock, it scuttled towards the sounds. It had some purpose again.

[Rohka]

Revamped PC, abandoned thread

[Limey]

"But are you sure that Shesha-" Izzrak turned to face the other female and saw... nothing. For a long moment he just gaped at the Shesha-shaped gap in the tunnel, insanely thinking that, given enough disbelieving moments, she would magically appear and restore his faith. Unfortunately, such faith was not rewarded. She did not reappear, and after a moment of heavy swallowing, Izzrak realized the truth. "Fine." He spat, looking down into the darkness. "We go without her. You're right, Rohka..." They spent a few frantic but careful chimes rubbing dirt over themselves, but it was a mute point for both of them, save for their blades. Izzrak was bereft of jewelry and the female had shed hers. Their weapons were dulled, dirtied... and then they were ready. Izzrak swallowed, but now he knew that they had no choice, that they were alone and with but one path ahead of them... one true path... it was liberating. They would march onward and would live or die. It was that simple. At her word, they began to walk. Slowly, stealthily, though his nervous limbs ached to rush and run and scream out for his cousin. But they followed the blood, moving with painful care in the darkness, following the scent of the blood until... until... "We're losing the scent," Izzrak whispered in the darkness next to Rohka after nearly a bell. "We... We need to see the blood! I don't..." Fear. Fear and panicked breathing washed from the space she knew him to be in. The light from the ragged hole Izzrak's cousin had fallen through had bled away to nothing now, left far behind them. Nothing but darkness and shuffling footsteps... and the creeping sensation that the stone and dirt under them was... changing. Becoming softer. Almost pliable. Moist... "Something... something is moving up ahead."