Althea | WC: 128

Althea’s body trembled as she trepidly followed the sickening liquid that branched out in streams on the ground below. Equipped with a torch in her mouth, and three strong companions behind her, what could she possibly be afraid of?

Shortly, the liquid forked together into a thicker stream of dark ooze. Althea stopped, her eyes slowly unveiling the cause of the disgusting flow. Just a few metres ahead lay a tomb in ruin, with more streams of that same horrible liquid, which sprawled down and out of the tomb like tentacles, connecting to the smaller streams just at Althea’s hooves. “What is that!” In a matter of seconds, Althea dropped the torch that hit the ground with a loud, echoed clatter and leapt behind the group in cowardice.



Cricket | WC: 203

Cricket was lost in his thoughts as the group had moved along, tail swishing behind him. He had fallen to the very back of the group early on in their adventure, while Ken stayed glued to his hip. Was this a good idea? He wasn’t sure, ear flicking to match his thoughts.

Snapping out of his thoughts as they abruptly stopped, he’d tilt his head. He could peer over his companions, standing taller than the three. “Hey, what’s up?” A murmur left his chest, though his question would be answered when Althea called out in what he had assumed was fear, dropping the torch that lit their way. A grumble emerged from the tall heraldic, tail flicking akin to an annoyed cat. He’d surge to the front of the group, pulling the now snuffed-out torch from the ground. A moment passed before he’d tuck it into his harness, only for it to flicker back to life despite the heraldic not seeming to light it. He’d gaze upon what had frightened Althea in the first place, furrowing his brows.

“It’s a sarcophagous. A damaged one, home to something sinister.”
He’d muse, stretching his head out, intending to get a better look without touching it.

Yvaine | WC: 160

Yvaine’s patience was beginning to wear visibly thin as she watched the heraldic peer into the sarcophagus. “Perhaps something has decayed inside?” Her low voice rumbled from deep in her chest, with a hint of a completely unintentional attitude - anyone could tell she was clearly not well versed in social interactions. Her ghastly blue eyes followed Cricket’s head as she longed into the oozing tomb, keeping her wits about her not to get too close without a proper further inspection.

As the flame from the torch in Cricket’s harness flickered with the movement of their breaths, the empty passage was lit up and then left in darkness again just as quick. Yvaine had now made her way closer to the sarcophagus, her head mere inches away from the massive encasement that appeared to have an undesirable smell when the courser’s nose wrinkled, turning her opal-tinted eyes back to the group who watched on, as if awaiting their next move.

Ken | WC: 153

The palomino had stuck near Cricket as they moved through the dungeon, at the promise that the tall courser would keep him safe. He missed Tarnish and he wanted to return, though the heraldic had promised to lead him home after this escapade. Being caught off-guard by Cricket suddenly surging from him, he’d whip his head up to glance towards what they were doing. A soft huff would leave his body, turning to glance towards Althea.

“You seem spooky, huh.” He’d comment, though it was clear the palomino was simply a bit.. Oblivious about how his comment might come off. “I suppose that’s only natural though, with all these freakish things down here.” Ken’s wisp, Keys, would almost feverishly flicker around the palomino’s head, a low jingling sound coming from it as it’d do so. Keys was trying to warn Ken of the possible oncoming danger, not that Ken would listen, of course.


Cricket | WC: 88

Cricket would step closer, a moment passing before he’d crane his neck, watching Yvaine for a few passing moments. A tilt of his head would mark the start of his words, lips drawn tight as he spoke. “Yes, something might’ve decayed inside.” He clenched his jaw before he’d relax with a sigh, shaking his head lightly. Large ears flopping from the movement. “However, if we were to touch it. We’d get pulled inside, we’d drown. It is no longer dead, the dungeon has made something anew of it.”