ORIGIN - Relics and Exploration

He had picked his way across the broken, battered armor; paused to stare at the monsters carved into the walls of the tunnel. He had wondered, as he'd gone, what this place was, and more importantly, what it once had been.

He had made his way now to Monoceros, and gazed out at the vastness of it. It was unlike any of the caves he'd seen thus far in his journeys, and he was glad he'd made the trip: rather than greenery or dim light, shifting shadows or pouring water, this place was all heat, and light, and wind.

It was very hard for the Sentinel to see, in fact; and in order to better see the storm he could hear howling in its rage through the cave proper, he cast out his magic before him. His intent was to plunge as much as the cave into darkness as he could, the better to see it all with. But instead it was merely an area around him--admittedly wide, but a pool of dim shadow rather than an engulfing void.

Still, it was enough to more easily navigate by--though it left him somewhat more noticeable in the brightness of the cave.

The Sentinel began to move ahead, his lean frame propped up some by the halberd in one hand, the dark pocketwatch around his neck ticking quietly away.

@Electrum

Electrum

The dragon had fled from his home in Leo with a deep sense of regret and... self loathing.

He'd made a promise not to leave Haven alone, and he'd come home to see the den had been rifled through and Haven missing, the entire area reeking of Sulphur and of someone else... and of blood. Well, burnt blood.

Electrum has flown one ring around the area before caneering off, needing to get away - quickly - and far.

This cave he'd found, after a number of days, had shrieking wind and things on wing that acted as perfect channels of the rage in his chest, and he'd been arcing electricity off into the zephyrs with shouts of.. well. Things he'd tear the throat off of any other Gembound for speaking of him.

He doesn't hear the thump-tink, thump-tink of the wandering child and their halberd, not over his pounding heart, but the sudden chill of lights.. well. Not dimming, but almost fleeing?

What...?

Who dares -

"Who dares interrupt me?" he roars, letting the magic surge from within him, where it burned between his shoulders and up his spine, and pops and snaps like a bullwhip with his wrath and irritation from his horns and the tips of his fins, echoing barely once but making his point... he was not too happy to be approached.

@The Sentinel

The Sentinel paused in his movement, peering up again. A distant, shouting voice; a crack of thunder. Was that the thud of wings-?

He was fresh from other life lessons--lessons that warned him to strike first, and decisively; lessons that spoke of gauging danger. This voice sounded loud. This was magic at work, and a threat. But it came from above; he did not know how he could strike from the ground, and regardless, this was not Draco. He was not on guard, and perhaps this was someone else's home. Perhaps this was Monoceros's Sentinel, then, like the dragon carved on the tunnel mouth suggested.

He was about to call out again when he realized that he didn't know the answer. Was he the one interrupting-? What was it he'd have interrupted? This voice, he realized, might not even be addressing him.

He looked around, but saw no one else in the shadow-shrouded desert.

Hm.

The Sentinel looked upward again, peering, looking for the owner of the voice; he was himself not able to really shout, his voice hollow and rasping, but he tried. Perhaps he would be heard. "Is it the darkness that interrupts it..?" he called.

If he had more experience with dragons, he'd be looking for cover--but he did not.

When nothing happened, however, he did depart; there was simply no reason to stay.

@Electrum

EXITING due to inactivity