Feb 15 2021, 12:14 PM
Ru had only gone as far as Canis before. There were three tunnels in Canis -- the one that led to Hydra, one that was empty and grim where not even mold crept, and this one. Of the three, this was by far the most inviting among them. Ru had simply been walking through, careful and admiring the shining stone all around, but had stopped, now.
There were carvings on the walls. Crude ones, mostly, vague and uncertain, but somehow, Ru was able to pick out some of them. There -- a sharp, angular thing, spiked and scary. Master Vargas, Ru guessed. A sloppy, scrawled image -- upright, with a circle above it and what looked like wings out to the sides. Ru tried to remember -- there was a savior, that had been whispered in some of those longer trials. Ru could not recall the name. A Master who was on their side, with wings and fragile skin.
Ru had never placed much stock in fairy tales. Drawn by some poor fool who was hoping, Ru decided. There was no savior. If there were, all those generations of bones wouldn't have been in Canis. Ru saw other things -- vague depictions of various creatures, probably drawn by themselves. Valkhounds and slaves who were allowed to venture outside of Hydra. Those who had survived.
Ru reminisced, for a moment. It was a rare pleasure, one rarely allowed. Being able to stop and stare without fearing for one's life was a luxury few from Ru's time could afford. Being able to make carvings at all... even more so.
note: refer to ru with any pronouns for the time being, i'm intentionally not using any!
There were carvings on the walls. Crude ones, mostly, vague and uncertain, but somehow, Ru was able to pick out some of them. There -- a sharp, angular thing, spiked and scary. Master Vargas, Ru guessed. A sloppy, scrawled image -- upright, with a circle above it and what looked like wings out to the sides. Ru tried to remember -- there was a savior, that had been whispered in some of those longer trials. Ru could not recall the name. A Master who was on their side, with wings and fragile skin.
Ru had never placed much stock in fairy tales. Drawn by some poor fool who was hoping, Ru decided. There was no savior. If there were, all those generations of bones wouldn't have been in Canis. Ru saw other things -- vague depictions of various creatures, probably drawn by themselves. Valkhounds and slaves who were allowed to venture outside of Hydra. Those who had survived.
Ru reminisced, for a moment. It was a rare pleasure, one rarely allowed. Being able to stop and stare without fearing for one's life was a luxury few from Ru's time could afford. Being able to make carvings at all... even more so.
note: refer to ru with any pronouns for the time being, i'm intentionally not using any!