05-02-2021, 08:22 PM
CrownS
He is disappointed, to say the least. The lightning girl had seemed to enjoy his sort of fun and yet she is nowhere to be found. Maybe he should have scouted before convincing the entire serpentine clan to move their roots elsewhere. Crowns departs from the twins and his parents to better explore their new home, to see if perhaps there are exciting things here after all. He spreads his wings and takes a nosedive off the cliffs until the sea winds catch him and send him soaring through the air.
His bright blue eyes study the wide expanse of ocean north of the region. Varick and Katarine have always loved the saltwater and the tide, he knows, so at least they will still have a shoreline to bask and lounge on. Crowns tucks his wings and dips lower until he’s gliding above the abandoned sea caves dotting the beach. He wonders what sorts of mysteries they hold in their cavernous corridors - maybe some bones and forgotten memories? A grin overcomes his face and he decides to land gently at the mouth of one such cave.
“Hello?” he calls, only to be answered by his echo. A drop of water off a small stalactite stirs ripples in a pool of water left by the low tide. The rock formations almost look like a ceiling made of sharp teeth, he thinks as he creeps inside. His foxfire illuminates several feet of the cave before him but leaves the next turn impossibly dark, impossibly foreboding. Naturally, this draws a smile across his face and he continues onward.
That is, until he hears the echoing sounds of steps coming up behind him. He turns to look over his shoulder with his eyes burning bright in the cave’s dark pathways.
“Hello?” he calls a second time.
His bright blue eyes study the wide expanse of ocean north of the region. Varick and Katarine have always loved the saltwater and the tide, he knows, so at least they will still have a shoreline to bask and lounge on. Crowns tucks his wings and dips lower until he’s gliding above the abandoned sea caves dotting the beach. He wonders what sorts of mysteries they hold in their cavernous corridors - maybe some bones and forgotten memories? A grin overcomes his face and he decides to land gently at the mouth of one such cave.
“Hello?” he calls, only to be answered by his echo. A drop of water off a small stalactite stirs ripples in a pool of water left by the low tide. The rock formations almost look like a ceiling made of sharp teeth, he thinks as he creeps inside. His foxfire illuminates several feet of the cave before him but leaves the next turn impossibly dark, impossibly foreboding. Naturally, this draws a smile across his face and he continues onward.
That is, until he hears the echoing sounds of steps coming up behind him. He turns to look over his shoulder with his eyes burning bright in the cave’s dark pathways.
“Hello?” he calls a second time.
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