ATTIKIAS
violence for violence
is the rule of the beasts
Attikias had continued his journey throughout the caves, his mind still reeling over the interaction with Vargas. The creature hung in his mind like a weight, stalking in his shadow, running long fingers over his nerves as the child paced. His thoughts wandered, then blanked- it was best to not think.
He was hungry, anyways. Though, here in this rocky cave, Attik had nearly no idea how to even approach tracking. It was warmer- warmer than the forest, at least, and wasn't misty like his birthplace. No, here, the ceiling was misty, glittering quartz staring down over the elf's dark body.
Calloused feet padded across Orion's dusty floors, navigating through unnatural square structures. Attikias found his hand running along the walls while the other carried his weapon. It interested him, though perhaps not to the point of investigation as he'd experienced in the tunnels before this cave. No odd depictions played across their surfaces. He was alone with his shadow and his thoughts.
A sizzling and eerily unnatural noise filled Attikias's pointed ears all at once. The hunter stiffened, eyes going wide. Smoothly, he took his weapon in both hands and crouched slightly, prepared for whatever was actually causing the noise pollution.
Thankfully, whatever was making the ruckus didn't seem to be moving. Was it prey? Attik's knuckles tensed as he stepped forward, eyes glancing to the floor as he stalked around corners and buildings. His spear pointed and lead him, often peeping around corners before the rest of his body followed.
The noise grew near unbearable as he neared its source, his teeth grating along with it. It echoed in his skull and pulsed behind his eyes. Whatever creature was making this noise wasn't the brightest, it seemed- did it
want to attract predators?
Was it a predator looking to attract prey? Another Overseer, looking to find test subjects? With all this noise, it's a surprise if they attracted anyone other than predators.
As he rounded the corner, the appearance of purple shot through his nerves. A sense of different took over Attikias and his shoulder twinged as his brain instinctively shot for magic. All at once, light faded around him, the darkness curling off his shoulders lightly- while it wasn't heavy, it at least darkened the area around him as if he were standing under a tree in sunlight.
In a chance of bravery, Attikias found himself speaking up, spear held out in defense.
"Hello?" His brain absolutely defaulted with the one word, his throat clamming up as he squawked. He couldn't tell what this creature
was from the back, but, if it were smart it would perhaps answer.
He just hoped it didn't answer with teeth.