[Nyxia]

He was actually incensed that she would even say such a thing to him, of course he could spare her his coat it wasn't like he actually needed it. Stopping Korrё bent down and let the bundle of blanket rest on the stone floor, while L came back to stand guard over both. It took him seconds to remove his coat and wrap the tiny kit within it, spiders and all. For a few seconds he could hear the kit purr, as best she could it seemed, snuggling within the dry warm coat she would now call home. He couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips, she was beautiful, a sort of beauty that came from rare things such as trust. To him it felt good to know that trust, so innocent that she didn't believe either of the dark kin would harm her. "Alright." He breathed up at L. "Lets keep going." They had several hours until dawn would come, and they would have to find a quiet place to hide when the sleep over took them. That was eight hours away, and for now he wouldn't worry himself about that; these halls didn't look well used after all.

[Nyxia]

When Korrё had picked the kit up, now bundled in his expensive looking silk coat; L had to wonder about what kind of creature he really was. Most dark kin were cruel and cared little for the living, though they cared for their prey a bit better than her son did. Still it was rare to see one who took such care of a living creature, something that should have been a meal to them, then again his kind were the rarest of dark kin so maybe they were full of surprises. L had to fight the urge to roll her eyes at herself, no sense in convincing another person that your crazy after all. She'd already succeeded in earning that from both the old man that had told his tale to her, and the monks at the bottom of the mountain who really thought she'd lost it. All around them in the hallway were smaller halls which snaked away from the main, leading to who knew what all. Or there was the possibility that they were empty and would make for nice hiding places at some point. Still she could faintly make out the outline of stairs leading downward, much better place if the monks and pilgrims were spooked by what might or might not live here. "C'mon, if we make it down there she'll be a lot safer." That was when L noticed it, that they both had been speaking in tones that were almost inaudible. Freaky even when you are undead and could hear it, but it meant that they didn't have too much to worry about either.

[Nyxia]

For once in this short forty minute period that they'd known each other, Korrё had to agree with this dark woman. She may have been a strange and mysterious being which he didn't know if he could trust, but at this moment they stood on the common ground of keeping the kit alive. That was another thing that puzzled him greatly, "L...Why do you want this kit?" It was an odd question he was sure, and very intrusive considering the short amount of time. He couldn't shake away the feeling that the marks her was looking at on the back of her shoulder arm and neck should have given away to him more than they were. He may have been young, only having lived five hundred years before his "rest"; but it was familiar. He pushed the thought to the side as he watched the sway of her hips in front of him.

[Nyxia]

She slowed in her pace for the stairs, at first it angered her a bit that someone; no another darkling who'd barely known her an hour was already questioning her motives, but for the sake of being civil on this who knew how long journey she thought better of snapping his head off. Instead her tone took a sharply sarcastic edge as she stood there, "Well I thought it would make a lovely snack...Isn't that what your wondering Prořok, if I'm going to harm the little fur ball?" She bit coolly over her shoulder, no sense in turning around to show her annoyance with him now. It always angered her when anyone questioned her on her motives for something, unless it was one of her sons or Lochesh; how she missed her adviser right now. Part of her still wanted to turn around from this and head back to the manor to explain it to him, but he might still be out on his mission to find her youngest son, the one Reima had snatches away from her "for his own good." Silently L took a few more steps continuing her path for the stairs to seek out a better hiding place.

[Nyxia]

Korrё knew by the icy tone she suddenly took up that his question had been a mistake, swallowing the lump in his throat he tried to think of a way to fix it, fast. It wasn't that he was as afraid of what she would do to him, more what she might let whatever she was hunting do to him. Looking down at the kit snuggled and sleeping in his arms, Korrё was momentarily distracted by the thought of children and how it would feel to hold one of his own. "I only meant..." He paused to choice his next words carefully, the heavy hit of her boots on the stone stopped and he saw the woman swing around to face him. "I] only wondered if you would keep her, or find her a home with her kind..." He looked around the hallway, doing his best not to meet her gaze with he could feel like a spear piercing his chest.

[Nyxia]

A sigh escaped her lips as he made himself clear on what he was questioning, "Do you always ask so much Prořok?" She asked him passing another set of canine looking statues in the hallway, they were almost to the stairs and L figured almost to a safe place to rest in for a bit. "My turn." She told him with a slow smirk crossing her face, the chill of the room bothering her little. "What does something like that eat, and when?" She truthfully wanted that information, it would prove useful both now and later at the manor, since Cravs would need to know as well. Just as they were getting close to the steps when she heard something, a rumbling somewhere outside the room they stood in. It caught her off guard as it seemed the whole place shook, then suddenly it stopped.

[Nyxia]

He too felt the rumbling, but he caught something it seemed his "companion" missed. He could feel emotions running down the halls around them like smoke; anger, fear, hate, terror, and resignation. The emotions of those souls in the front areas of the shrine, and those coming in the pair's direction. Korrё knew what they were after, them, and the poor kit they so badly wanted dead. "L, we have company and their coming fast." He whispered, barely a hair above a soft breath in such a place. He didn't stand there long after announcing that bit of information to the woman, with swift footed steps Korrё had darted down the stairway. It was darker still within this new chamber, the star holes in the ceiling giving him enough light that he knew it was safe. It really was too bad he didn't have more time, he would have liked to enjoy this sight. Instead he deposited the small kit on the eighth stair down, in the dark corner where she was hidden. Once she was settled, he returned up the stairs to help L with whatever they were about to face.

[Nyxia]

Lucina could feel them then, when he said something the auras and pulse of those heading for them was noticeable. She didn't have time to react to him though, as Korrё passed her heading into the stair well with the kit. At first she thought him a coward running away like that and leaving her to hold back a hostile group of breathers in this place, but when he returned without the kit she lessened her harsh opinion of him. She'd already thought of a half good plan to hold them off from the kit, she didn't have time to explain it to him. Figuring she could explain it as they set themselves, L roughly grabbed hold of his arm and began dragging him back up the hall towards the second set of pillars in front of them. "Get ready." Was all she said, her body starting to cloak itself in a black colored mist.

[Nyxia]

He honestly wasn't use to being dragged around like this, but unlike her, Korrё wasn't so touchy about such things. You couldn't be when you had to get so up close to your prey and leave with them still alive, so  he allowed her to drag him where she wanted. "What's the plan then?" He asked at her words, sure he was ready for anything in this world that could possibly come after them. He caught her side glance and slightly annoyed look, and it was beginning to rub him the wrong way. "Look, all well in good and I'm ready. I'd just like to know what the plan is for keeping them away from there." He growled a bit at her, something that wasn't like him at all. Then again it had been a lot of years since monks and holy men had chased him down in this manner.

[Nyxia]

L smirked so she could rub his fur wrong as well, good to know he wasn't some serene wise man she'd first taken him for. "The plan, as you're calling it, is very simple. Stop them at all cost." She stated calmly like she was telling him it was snowing outside. When no one had come full force at the pair, L started to rack her brain for what could possibly have just happened. Still she could sense the auras, but they weren't getting any closer to the pair. "Did they just lock us in...?" She heard herself ask before she thought better of it. Sometimes her tongue was faster than her brain, this was proving to be one of those. To his shrug she snorted, this was great, locked in with an idiot. With a shake of her head L turned back towards the stairs, "Let's just get below this floor and see what's what before they come through." She told him still shaking her head about this whole mess, all of this over a hunt for a new creature to bring back to the manor.

[Nyxia]

He too could feel that no one had passed beyond the doorway, but he wasn't so sure they were locked into this place. Something in his gut said they'd maybe released something into the chambers with them, which made him all the more worried about the kit. He didn't like the idea of her being alone in here any more, "Yes, lets." Was all he gave her as the pair hurried back to the stairs, the little one was still where he'd left her unharmed and still sleeping soundly. That was when he noticed it, a small mark on the side of the kit's neck; something with a white outline. Bringing her up he shot a look to L who was standing with her back to them playing the part of lookout until they could move on. "She's marked." He murmured to L, his voice a mix of sorrow and disappointment.

[Nyxia]

Turning half way, L looked at the kit as he held it out to her. Sure enough she did have a mark, not a clan mark but a mark none the less. Her eyes traced the outline of it, and instantly she knew what it was; hail, the rune of struggle and and destruction. Nodding to him she turned back to her guard duty at the stairwell's point of entry. "Hail, the forewarning of destruction and strife. So they believe so strongly that this little thing was tailed that the branded her as such." Her voice was dry, void of any real feeling to it; but she made a click sound with her tongue to show her displeasure. "She'll never be able to live among her own kind now, not with that mark on her." She spat the words with disgust and anger, how she hated the breathers at times like these. Families turning on their own, just as her family had on her the day they found out.

[Nyxia]

With a nod Korrё wrapped the kit in his coat once more and brought the bundle up to his chest, smiling down at the little one as she half opened her eyes and mewed softly. "Guess you'll have to name her then." He joked at her, messing a bit with the small kit who nipped the tip of his index finger with her sharp little teeth. He could see her from his peripheral vision, and she looked a bit unhappy. It was safer to shut his mouth and go down the stairs he figured, and that was just what he did. Entering into another strange chamber, this one was more black and dark than the previous one above them, but that would help cloak their figures while they were in it. Still Korrё wasn't so sure how he felt about the hunt they were on for something in this place, it could be hostile like its keepers seemed to be, or it could be worse than them.

[Nyxia]

She followed him, walking backwards down the stairs in order to watch their backs. Once she'd set foot on the level ground of the bottom chamber L finally turned around to face him, why on earth did he think she was staying with her? "Name her?" She asked in a mocking tone, he was truly mad wasn't he. When he looked up at her with surprise L knew he was serious, that was bad, very bad. "The last time I named anyone was two of my sons, and neither of them go by their names." She told him with a distressed tone, hoping he would understand that two babies had been enough for her. The smile on his face told her that he wasn't planning to take pity on her, nor was he willing to take the kit himself. With a groan and a shake of her head L stalked away from the pair grumbling to herself as she took in the patterns and images carved on the stone walls. Images of the hunters, a proud looking race littered them. At least a small miracle was that she figured she was on the right trail for these creatures, she could also see the Mekkayena depicted on these same walls. That image was a bit of a mixed blessing at its sight, those were dangerous creatures.

[Nyxia]

They were both standing perfectly still, neither even breathing as Korrё found himself fighting not to laugh. She was such strange woman indeed, he'd never thought she had children though. Still it didn't surprise him that she was leery of naming the kit since it wasn't even her child, he guessed he could give it a whirl. "What about calling her Miyu?" He asked L who was silently looking at the wall before her in a way that the wall could possibly open into a room or something. Before he could say anything else, her finger came up in a way the told him to be silent and wait. He heard it too, the sound that had snapped her head up. The scraping like claws or a mental weapon on the stone floor above them, or was it? He couldn't tell from the strong echo where the sound was coming form truthfully. That worried him, the more he tried to listen the worse the echo became around them for his ears. "Out of the frying pan..." He muttered softly knowing L would hear him.