Rotting Ruins. Decaying Mind.

[luv 3469]

 

Footsteps echoed throughout the abandoned temple of Xion, the occasional sound of rats and bats breaking the silence as well. The young woman passed through the whole in the gate with made prior with ease as the howling winds blew her robes violently. Her gaze narrowed upon the courtyard as they scanned back and forth as if searching for the presence of anyone else, but as usual the temple was empty.

 

The falling snow made for a beautiful scene as the woman made her way to the left of the courtyard, examining the crypt as she’d pass with a disrespectful scoff. Raising her right hand against the stone she’d drag the golden nails along the wall as she’d make her way closer to the back of the temple. The sound of, what was believed by Scathach, a branch snapping echoed before her as her left hand fell back to the book on her hip. Drumming her digits along the ancient tome’s cover as she hesitantly progressed further.

 

The sound repeated itself before she’d reach the staircase which lead into the depths of the temple. With a swift movement she’d take cover beside a pillar and ripped the book from it’s strap with the rattling of the chain that kept it bound to her side. The book seemed to open on its own in her left hand and she’d slowly begin to flip through the pages as her eyes occasionally lifted to sweep her surroundings. The sounds halted altogether as she stopped on the preferred page. The temple fell silent once again.

 

Making her way down the steps with the book still held open in her hands she’d make a furious jerk back in the direction of which she came before slamming the book shut and continuing her venture into the depths of the old castle. A rat scurried past her foot, startling the woman, as she’d make it to the lower floor. Upon the wall was a still lit torch propped up on the wall, which she took down and used to guide herself further - lighting her path. As the flames sent shadows through the corridor in which she traversed she’d find more and more rats passing by, more and more frequently as she’d move further in.

The sounds of faint whispers and pathetic shrieks echoed in her ears the further into the temple she moved. Her eyes struggling to see anything before her, even with the light of the torch guiding her way. Upon reaching the lowest level of the facility she would find obvious traces of those that had been there before her, quite recently. Dropping the torch to the ground she’d violently spin around in a frantic search for the rats - paranoia setting in as she’d call out to the creatures. “Where is it? Where is the piece that I have come for? Where did you move it!?” The witch screamed out as she’d collapse to her knees with her hands running into her black locks of hair. Faint whispers murmured in the back of her mind as they soon grew clearer and clearer, as if they were muttering right into her ears. A few rats scurried around through the shadows of the corridor only visible by their shadows from the torch that burned and crackled softly.

[Axelu 4333]

Esme perks her head aloft, a sinister sensation overcoming her as a murder of ravens fly overhead. ”Mm, I miss you.”

[J33xt101 316]

Balrog would feel the winds change as he walks through the seemingly ancient temple to the gate once again before chuckling to himself thinking of the times of old with his old friend Hakovner. 

[HurferDurfer1 2979]

bottle imagines the seed is safe and sound

[Zacho 2177]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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