DAMASCUS
he was like a storm,
The boy continued to stand with a contrite snarl plastered upon his face, starry eyes burning colder with each passing second as he watched the whisp mumble over an explanation for such hollow and shapeless words. At the suggestion they work together his snarl only turned to a growl, his pearly teeth glinting ever-so-slightly as they made a brief appearance from under his wrinkling lips. Head held high and aloft, wings lowering to his flanks, Damascus remained contifend that the man before him was naught but a leach and he a simple creature of a different coat - simple nonetheless, but not tinted with grime like the whisp.
First came the torchlight of a different kind of bug, this one illuminating his face as it buzzed and clicked. All too soon they were surrounded by the lights and damascus' attention was completely redirected to the path their light created, putting the stars to death with their blinding glow. The relic - were they leading them to it?
Damascus was certain of only one thing; that if the relic was down there where the moon-bugs wait and the path of stars waned, Kaladin should not be the one to get it.
Sheepishly glancing to the whisp and his silky locks, Damascus wished for an easy escape forward - he knew that was the opposite of possible, and Kaladin was without a doubt thinking the same as he. The relic must be down there.
So it was with a vibrant grunt and a kick of his hooves that the boy plunged forward, shifting his shoulder in the direction of Kaladin's ribcage having plotted to send the man toppling over. In truth, Damascus hoped never to bump into this baboon ever again, but at least it was goodbye for now.
From there the boy need only race down the path and find what lay in wait at the end without Narcissus himself breathing upon his neck...
First came the torchlight of a different kind of bug, this one illuminating his face as it buzzed and clicked. All too soon they were surrounded by the lights and damascus' attention was completely redirected to the path their light created, putting the stars to death with their blinding glow. The relic - were they leading them to it?
Damascus was certain of only one thing; that if the relic was down there where the moon-bugs wait and the path of stars waned, Kaladin should not be the one to get it.
Sheepishly glancing to the whisp and his silky locks, Damascus wished for an easy escape forward - he knew that was the opposite of possible, and Kaladin was without a doubt thinking the same as he. The relic must be down there.
So it was with a vibrant grunt and a kick of his hooves that the boy plunged forward, shifting his shoulder in the direction of Kaladin's ribcage having plotted to send the man toppling over. In truth, Damascus hoped never to bump into this baboon ever again, but at least it was goodbye for now.
From there the boy need only race down the path and find what lay in wait at the end without Narcissus himself breathing upon his neck...
@Random Events @Kaladin
