Kestrel tries to shake the disgusting feeling from her skin, the grime and ichor that had accompanied the creature and it's hiding hole; the stale and dead water cistern quite a few spaces behind the party. Her shorn mane crinkles and cracks underneath the hard water stain, dark hair turned nearly pure white with its tainted touch. Ugh. Not that all of the those were seeming to fair much better than her now that it ever present slime and liquid had dried on their bodies, alongside the bloody ...

Kestrel chuckles low and warm, the noise burning from her chest and out her throat from the force of her amusement, the two smaller Coursers butting heads literarily if not literally in their attempt to gain control over their conversation. While she more often than not was annoyed by their noise or at the very least the conversational topic they had landed upon, it was relief that made her enjoy the verbal spar that much more. After all, it hadn't been that long ago from when she was ...

Aquilo could recognize these walls from any other, even through the moist fog made thicker with their heavy hot breaths and the flare of Kestrel's Wisplight, they were like unto the precise cut and builds of castle make. It was as if they had broken through the cavernous depths of the Buried Kingdom into the ancient Monarch's abode, long since covered and hidden by the centuries of sediment, stone fall, and baked mud; so long it had been that even the tallest structure had been erased and dir...

Nightwing hums low and soft as he inspects the stone craving at length, well as much as one could from the safe distance that Peregrine and Kestrel kept him at. While it was backed by much evidence since the beginning of their companionship together, the both of them really have only grown into mother hen statuses. Perhaps more often he should listen to their advice and keep himself at the distance, especially in light of the marred hair on Peregrine's chest and back or the scorched hooves th...

Their hooves clatter endlessly as they escape the remains of the Mage's ancient library and the searing painful slices of the enchanted defenses with their enforced parchment and leather spines, the walls echo with their heavy, or in some cases easy, breath. Nightwing presses his head into his thick neck with thought, head heavier than the air that punched from his throat and sawed his chest; Nightwing while he wasn't the only Courser seeming to struggle with the intense pace set by Kestrel i...

It had not been long since the four of them had been gathered and exchanged goals, in reality, most likely not even enough to undertake such an endeavor truly. Nightwing himself had been the first to reach out, as instructed by his mentor Scholar Stormseeker to place the request with the Dungeon Carters' main hall, but it was under more... begrudgement than of a true request. He conceded the wise Scholar in the end, but of course, as he was a herbologist, scroll crafter, and translator; a wea...

Peregrine stares with intrigue at the piles of barding scattered across the ground, a mixture of both old and new, or so he thought given the degree of erosion and rusting. Perhaps it was the rot caused by the humidity or the splash of old blood, like spots of dark brown dirt; their edges flaking and crackling as he nudges a helm off to the side. The helm's plumage once a deep red, now fading and pinked with stone dust and the crush of hooves that passed along. The battlefield, or better to s...

Peregrine rubs the metal and blade perserving oils onto his weapon, the half-empty glass vial rolling next to his sleeping mat and various sets of stained and well used rags. The sword glows red from the crack in the stone leading to the second floor, the gusts of hot air pushing at his scraggly dark locs from his eyes and set a faint glimmer sweat across his brow. They had chosen the spot both for the light and the warmth, after traveling the length and that much more, they have learned how ...

Aquilo settles his head onto the fine fabric of their saddlebags, readying himself to be claimed by the sands of time, long wavy and wispy strands of his pale mane splayed around like the halo of the sun upon the bright metallic barding of his Sire's and Dam's warriors. Each slow breath of his companion Peregrine, as he took the first watch of the evening, dark eyes searing over his prone form causes his lids to drag further and further down; relaxed and warm with the certainty that if someth...

Aquilo steps light, his silvered slight hooves dancing as if he were gliding across the Dungeon stone flooring rather than the simple prancing gait he oft used; head and neck bouncing. He turns his head to the side, sweeping his pallid blue silver mane over his shoulder as the ends tease the dirt piling beneath their hooves and his light lashes flutter from the cloud of dust kicked up; flashing his round dewy orbs. Soft grey eyes catch along the length of Peregrine's dark brown bulging...

Aquilo dancing contently on his dainty hooves, the metallic glittering silver shown bright and like unto the flash of a drawn blade in the lantern light; sharp, blinding, but yet gentle and beautiful. He has been enjoying the opportunity to delve, especially given that he was let out of the sight of his Sire's and Dam's regiment and Order; left alone to be like any other normal Courser with his only friend. Well, you could say he was the most excited by the fact that he was allowed to wander ...

Aquilo gazes over the glittering clear and taut exterior of the pool, a consistent drip pouring from the ceiling and disturbing the surface with its tiny droplets. He hums with consideration, head tilting side to side, wispy strands of wavy silvery-blue mane flutters in the wake of his head. Pale silver eyes flash in his skull as he watches the small squirming invertebrates swim at the deepest end, they appeared harmless in designation. No claws, no hooks, fangs, or envemoned fins or quills; ...

Aquilo bobs his head in appreciation, this would be his first outing or well inning to the Dungeon since his guided tours underneath the helpful hooves of the Dungeon Charters, his Sire and Dam, and a huge force of Coursers that served his Sire's reign. Now, he was in the depths with only a single servant, better yet to say Peregrine was his manservant, closer advisor and confidant. A friend if you will. A friend that was sworn to his and his own safety whilst delving beneath th...