"Disgusting." Orlais turned up her nose as the water reached her knees, staining her pristine white hide a hideous greenish brown. The stagnant water was coated in a film of algae and an inexplicable metallic shimmer that almost made it seem like it was contaminated with something oily, very visible even in the low light. There was a certain musty smell that accompanied standing water- something earthy and rotten. Worst yet? The more the four moved through the dark pool, the more the...

"Galatea." Sabbath leaned against his scythe with a deep exhale, thoughtfully peering at where the now dissipated spirit had once been standing. He hadn't meant to bother the dead with questions but a familiar word seemed to be consistently on the tongues of those dearly departed. Any questions he'd had were left unanswered and while he wasn't particularly the type that needed answers, curiosity sometimes got the better of him. "Galatea- why does that sound so damn familia...

The soft 'brr' from the cat tucked amidst the dark tendrils of his mane had Sabbath glancing back as best he could and raising a brow. "Shavat? What is it?" A rattling purr met the low rumble of his voice, speaking quietly so as not to bounce too much sound off the cavernous walls. His lithe feline companion did not seem quite as concerned about waking the dead, meowing sharply as a languid stretch arched through her body before she slid off of his withers with her tail lifted high ...

"Well, well, well, look what we have here." Riddick leaned lazily forward to regard the patches of yellow flowers growing below with little actual interest. They'd been wandering long enough that the various oddities of the season no longer seemed to surprise him but Viktor inhaled softly beside the red stallion with a quiet wonder. "It's so meticulous and unusual. I wonder why." The pale stallion's gaze swept over the neat squares divied across the field although he made yet another soft sou...

"You do know that's a bad omen, right?" The bassy baritone of Riddick's voice rippled through the silence, the stallion lifting empty eyes towards the looming blood red moon that hung low and swollen in the night sky. He didn't seem particularly concerned about anything despite this statement and instead shook himself off with a shrug and pushed past the pale but blotched figure of their more timid companion. Viktor seemed to have taken his words to heart, peering furtively up and th...