(OOC: If you wanna hear me apoligize for my lathargy, check the OOC Forum. Here, read this long, plot-moving post. Also, I love the glass FX on the picture. I don't care if you don't like it.)
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The cave was… black, that much was obvious. Not just black, but Black, as though the capital B made it even blacker and Blacker.
Meryle had dried Trigger’s gunpowder in silence, over the course of about five minutes. They had been down in the cavern for about a third of an hour, and no one had worked up the nerve to venture into the places where Zakara’s light did not shine. It seemed that as she drew farther from the pool of water, the Blackness seemed to dull her electric sparks to near invisibility. So they stayed by the sands and gravel. For the present, that is.
Meryle, in the back of her head, felt the nagging suspicion that they were being watched.
However, this was a large, dark cave somewhere deep beneath Igala’s surface, so why wouldn’t there be something mysterious within? She just hoped it was something usually mysterious. The type of thing you can imagine. Like a golem or an army of cave-vampires.
It was the things you couldn’t imagine, or put words to, that were the worst.
Trigger was reloading all of his available guns, and Meryle noticed how on-edge Klaus seemed. Zakara, besides pacing, had assumed a rather static position near the water, glaring at its reflective surface. The elf sorceress had to strain her eyes, though, to catch a glimpse of Sybil. In the murky depths, the black-clad girl would disappear for moments at a time and appear a hundred feet away. She was… very talented.
“I wonder if she’s some sort of assassin in training,†Meryle thought, inquisitively.
Her thoughts lurched into the far recesses of her mind, however, as Panic took up the front. There was a dim yellow glow, faint, very faint, but becoming clearer by the second. It came from the west, to Meryle’s left.
Closer and brighter every second. The others noticed too. They didn’t say much. Or anything at all, for that matter. They only waited. In silence.
The emergence of a Cave Dragon, a natural but nearly extinct species of wyrm, calmed Meryle significantly. No eldritch or macabre creatures in this cave. Relief washed over her like a cold wind.
However, it
was a dragon.
But, at least it was a dragon.