Echoes of screams and rubble drifted upward through the rock, arousing the Saurian's interest. The Catacombs beneath the city were no place for the unprepared to venture, and in his mind, most if not all of the city's denizens were woefully unprepared for such delvings.
The latest rumblings from below brought up a stench wholly unlike the normal miasma of decay, a waft of brimstone and steam, of scorched rock, and seared flesh. No longer could he ignore such signs.
Choosing safety over stealth, the Saurian's armor whined, lessening his weight considerably to allow him to move with less hindrance, aside from the necessity of selecting paths suitable for his bulk.
The first shuffling obstacle moaned at him, reaching for him with filth-encrusted hands. One resounding thud later, and the mighty lizard-like warrior wiped the knuckles of his armor clean from the decaying gore, leaving a much-compressed pile of twitching flesh in his wake.
The sound, however, drew the notice of other dwellers of the deep, some much less decrepit than others. Slime-dripping teeth parted in the darkness, drawing in the approaching scent of new possible prey.
To his golden gaze, the stifling darkness beneath the ground held little in the way of secrets, his enhanced eyes seeing things quite clearly, including the mostly-silent stalking of other monstrosities. The corner of his maw curled in a rare smile, as he chose a rather capricious cavern and waited.
Thrum, thrum, thrum. His trunk-thick tail rolled out a slow beat, reverberating through the ground to draw even more attention. At the first sight of a tentacled cthulean horror, he drew in a mighty breath, growling out an echoing challenge into the air.
Such a sound would carry for miles in the tunnels.
((This ties in with the Hunting Grounds, Wrong Turn, and Ravening Hunger threads, and is open for interaction. Thanks!))
The latest rumblings from below brought up a stench wholly unlike the normal miasma of decay, a waft of brimstone and steam, of scorched rock, and seared flesh. No longer could he ignore such signs.
Choosing safety over stealth, the Saurian's armor whined, lessening his weight considerably to allow him to move with less hindrance, aside from the necessity of selecting paths suitable for his bulk.
The first shuffling obstacle moaned at him, reaching for him with filth-encrusted hands. One resounding thud later, and the mighty lizard-like warrior wiped the knuckles of his armor clean from the decaying gore, leaving a much-compressed pile of twitching flesh in his wake.
The sound, however, drew the notice of other dwellers of the deep, some much less decrepit than others. Slime-dripping teeth parted in the darkness, drawing in the approaching scent of new possible prey.
To his golden gaze, the stifling darkness beneath the ground held little in the way of secrets, his enhanced eyes seeing things quite clearly, including the mostly-silent stalking of other monstrosities. The corner of his maw curled in a rare smile, as he chose a rather capricious cavern and waited.
Thrum, thrum, thrum. His trunk-thick tail rolled out a slow beat, reverberating through the ground to draw even more attention. At the first sight of a tentacled cthulean horror, he drew in a mighty breath, growling out an echoing challenge into the air.
Such a sound would carry for miles in the tunnels.
((This ties in with the Hunting Grounds, Wrong Turn, and Ravening Hunger threads, and is open for interaction. Thanks!))