And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion."
Something in the catacombs is suffering. The moan it makes sounds like the sea at high tide. Thana can hear it calling in the lingering darkness. She can feel the agony of it, of bone sliding against bone far beyond the protection of muscle and flesh. In answer her own heart races and leaps in her chest like a legion of predators at the wateringhole.
Eligos turns towards the sound first. The coldness of the graves races against her skin when he pulls away from her to lift his head back in a howl that is both darker and holier than one any desert monster might make. His hunger spikes to a fever and Thana can feel it through their link when her own answers back.
They are far from caring about mortal men, with mortal blood, and gold where she prefers scars. There is no apology on their feral sneers as they go (or if there any feeling in their looks at all is one mortal things are not born to understand).
Their steps echo in the darkness until they too sound like the sea at high tide.
And when the screaming starts they are still nothing more than echoes in the darkness, felt as much as they are heard.
@Zayir
