[robopup24]

Finite charged after the Fenling, his fangs bared in a sinister snarl. He lunged...and fell right into the shifting sands. The Serraptor let out an angry howl, struggling to get out.

His efforts only made him sink faster into the soft sand.

Slowly, bit by bit, Finite regained his senses. With a shudder, the animalistic anger that had controlled him was gone. He stood there, very confused. "Would someone tell me what happened?"

[Firenzata]

(( Sorry for poting so late... ))

Toxin opened up one eyes, and looked up towards the sky to see what had appoached him. Feeling slightly threatened, he let a growly rasp in his dried throat. Then, looking back down and what was left by him, he pushed himself back up for a moment, and made a feeble roar cry out at the one that approached him. He didn't sure if he was able to trust this other one, and he wanted him to back-off for now as he was about to drink.

[Josie_Arrikanez]

Aea turned at the peak, observing the meltdown of her opponent. It was sattisfying to watch the massive bulk sink into the shifting granules. The fear fleeing quickly, a grin developped on her features and she started towards him.

"Well, look who opened their eyes. Welcome to the world, brighteyes."

Near enough, the tiny Fenling braced herself before leaping up, aiming to land atop his head. If there, she would situate herself and peer down into his visage. "Did you enjoy our fight?"

[robopup24]

Fight?

Finite jogged his memory, trying to remember...no, he couldn't remember anything of a fight... "What are you talking about?" The Serraptor cautiously tried to pull himself out. He suddenly sunk lower and disappeared from sight, his hoarse cry of surprise echoing through the air.

What just happened?

[Josie_Arrikanez]

Aea arched a delicate brow, a confused expression unfolding. "You don't remember? You attempted to rip my head off moments before. It's quite a conundrum you wouldn't recall that."  

Than again, did she want to remind him of how angry he'd been? Not particularly. To leave sleeping dogs lie was a wise proverb, and adopting it, she shrugged.

"It doesn't matter though, I guess. Besides, you have a bigger problem on your claws."

In meaning, he was in the sand, whilst she was on his head - making him quite stuck. Aea couldn't supress a soft chuckle as she turned towards the others and called, "He's stuck!!!"

[robopup24]

Stuck? I think not.

With a soft sloop, the ground that had been carrying the sand collapsed, taking the startled Finite down. The Serraptor yowled in surprise as he landed on some more sand, not as soft unfortunantly, with a whump.

"Crap!" Finite swore. "What the heck is this place?"

Musty, century old dust floated in the air, covering the walls. If you were to look closer, they had strange hyroglyphics on them...

But the Serraptor was not interested in that. He was more interested in getting out. With a soft growl, he looked up at the hole he had fell through. Dangit. Too high.

[Firenzata]

(( Really fast before I have to leave for a week... ))

Watching as the other large one who had first approached him begin to back away, and it seemed to eyeball him a little. Letting another growl rasp in his throat, he pushed up on the rough, shifting sand under his claws, straining his muscles to lift up and reach the top of the water-filled shell. He lowered his snout, letting his nostrils touch the cool water, breathing in the scent of the moisture. Slowly at first, he lapped up the water with his long tounge. With relief, he lapped it up even fasted, then gulping it down as if he was eating after surviving a famine. Licking the shell completely clean, he let the weight of his head drop into it, tipping the shell up and covering his snout in shade. Weakly, he attempted to hold his arms above his back, to try to get shade again over his back. With exaustion gaining control over almost all of his muscles, he let them drop back onto the sand, and closed his eyes once more.

[Josie_Arrikanez]

A screech ripped from the Fenling's throat before the debri of the ancients smothered the sound and the small creature. From the warm sunlit sands descending into the dark depths of a dark, cryptic corridors. Startled, for many seconds she didn't stir. Her claws had seemingly locked onto the scales of her mount, the Seraptor, who seemed to be handling the confinement very well.

Her gaze lowered towards his features. "W-W-what the hell..."

[robopup24]

"Don't shout." Finite hissed. He thought better of it. "Fine, do shout. Maybe we can get someone's lazy butt down here." The Serraptor now stared at the walls around him, interested in the symbols. "Will you look at that?" He approached the musty wall, gently brushing aside the dust.

There were many symbols, but one caught his eye...



"Now what can this be?" Finite muttered. He cautiously touched it and jumped back. Dang! It burned his claw!

[Josie_Arrikanez]

As the surrounding sank into her preceptions, the Fenling calmed and perched carefully upon his head. As familiar as she was with the desert, this was an entirely unexplored world that had eluded the tiny figure's miniscule weight. The prospect picqued her curiousity though and as he moved beneath, she observed the chamber from above.

It seemed the place hadn't been stirred for what could have been an era. Runes lined every crevice of the boundries, but certain figures had retained their original script - something that often enough meant trouble.

"Hey...I don't think we should-"

Before she could complete the vocalized thought, he jerked, startling her into a fluffy state. This time it was more readily recovered as the emotion shifted into another, fear becomming annoyance within a moment's notice. Aea swatted the side of his head gently. "Hey! Don't do that, and don't touch anything! Don't you know trouble when you see it? If you were to only survive on your common sense, you'd soon be dead continuing on like that..." The Fenling growled softly before lowering her features into his. "Your claw ok?"

[Gizmo]

It was just then that Scarjaw noticed the absence of the fighting pets.  He ran over to the hole in the ground and looked down into the cavern.  "You two okay?" he asked.  "Wow, this place is cool, but how are we gonna get you out?"  He looked back at Toxic.  "Hey, you!  Why don't you go take a bath and take a drink, then see if you can help us out," he suggested.

[robopup24]

Ah, great. Voices. They saw them fall in. Finite looked up, a bit hopeful. "Do you think you can get us out?" The Serraptor called. He looked around at his surroundings and thought better of it. "Never mind. Just drop a rope down will you? We'll climb back up after we explored a bit."

Curiosity took over as he began to walk down a tunnel. "You coming?" The question was aimed at the Fenling.

[Josie_Arrikanez]

The female shrugged and began off after him. Having lost her perch, her mood had slightly soured. Yet, the usual acidity seemed to wane the farther down the corridor. Apparently their fight had become an expedition into an unknown, under terrain tomb. "So...any idea where the hell we're going, big guy?"

[robopup24]

"No." Finite grinned. "That's the fun of it." The Serraptor paused. "Wait...did you hear that?" A strange chirping sound filled the air... "There! It's coming from there." He walked further down the musty hallway, following the sound.

[Gizmo]

"Drop a rope down, will you," Scarjaw said in a sarcastic mocking voice.  "In case you haven't noticed, WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT.  Now, If  you happen to have a rope, by all means, throw it up."  Scarjaw was talking to himself.  He looked back down into the hole.  "I'd better make sure they don't hurt themselves."  He jumped down.  "Wait for me!"