Mar 26 2018, 10:00 PM
Mercurius was harrowed, least to say: the gemstone wall, still yet glimmering with the words of an ancient, rotting language, loomed over Polaris. Following the conclusion of the Olympics and announcement of winners, he had hurried away from even Faelan, staring at his own paws. The gryphon's words had truly stuck with him. Had the strange creature stuck around, he would have held an important conversation with him. This darkness was corruptive, a sticky eldritch energy that could only spread. But... from where? Why? Why had he, one only devoted to the light, been cursed with this? It was Her. It had to be.
Moonset eyes glanced into the river, glowing lights refracted on the crystals at its bed. Slowly, he knelt down and sipped from it, sharp and clean water cutting away any sense of paranoia as he relished in it. Sighing heavily into the river's flow, he picked his head back up, licking at his jowls and briefly running a paw over his whiskers, mopping up water with its side. Running his tongue over his paw, he set it back down. Absently, his eyes wandered to the wall, glowing words calling to himself. The scratchy tone of them sent spindly talons to clasp about his heart, choking it. Hoping to snuff out his light. One less light in the caves. Magicka bubbled above the din of static rising in his head. Mercurius felt his breath hitch. Darkness crept in on the corners of his vision, called forth by the sight of words he should not bear witness to.
His paw slipped, incidentally, into the freezing waters of the Crystal River. Stirring him from his reverie, dazed and stumbling. A sharp woof escaped him as he scrabbled against the slick surface, barely escaping the threat of tumbling right in. He wasn't the most proficient swimmer, yet found himself with his rear raised in the air, back uncomfortably arched as he braced himself against the cold rocks. His paws had already gone numb. At least it was something to keep his mind off of the ancients.
Now, if only he could figure out a way to edge his way back up and get back on solid ground.
@Vaessa
Moonset eyes glanced into the river, glowing lights refracted on the crystals at its bed. Slowly, he knelt down and sipped from it, sharp and clean water cutting away any sense of paranoia as he relished in it. Sighing heavily into the river's flow, he picked his head back up, licking at his jowls and briefly running a paw over his whiskers, mopping up water with its side. Running his tongue over his paw, he set it back down. Absently, his eyes wandered to the wall, glowing words calling to himself. The scratchy tone of them sent spindly talons to clasp about his heart, choking it. Hoping to snuff out his light. One less light in the caves. Magicka bubbled above the din of static rising in his head. Mercurius felt his breath hitch. Darkness crept in on the corners of his vision, called forth by the sight of words he should not bear witness to.
His paw slipped, incidentally, into the freezing waters of the Crystal River. Stirring him from his reverie, dazed and stumbling. A sharp woof escaped him as he scrabbled against the slick surface, barely escaping the threat of tumbling right in. He wasn't the most proficient swimmer, yet found himself with his rear raised in the air, back uncomfortably arched as he braced himself against the cold rocks. His paws had already gone numb. At least it was something to keep his mind off of the ancients.
Now, if only he could figure out a way to edge his way back up and get back on solid ground.
@Vaessa