((Whoops more DA2 stuff referenced, so spoiler warnin'. RP to just... vent. Get some shit off my chest. Korinne is a good baby to abuse for that, poor thiinnggg))
Blood dripped down the brick walls, mingling with filth and grime. Rats darted in between crates and barrels, and insects writhed, drawn to the scent. Korinne Hawke gagged and doubled over, the scent of decay becoming too much to bear. Her companions stood behind her, impassively watching. She recovered, hauling herself up by using a nearby crate for support, and wiping her mouth but it didn’t help. Fear and adrenaline left an unpleasant metallic taste in her mouth, and no amount of water would stop it.
“We need to keep going.” A voice came from behind her, but she didn’t look back to see. Anders probably. The voice felt off though, hollow, uncaring. Almost urging her to push forward.
She took uneasy steps, boots moving through filth, sending the sewer animals fleeing. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a full view of another rat, this one blighted and its skin peeling and blistering, boils developing right before her eyes. She gagged again, but stopped herself from falling down. A crow alighted nearby, it’s body ravaged by the blight, feathers stripped bare, skin revealed and covered with bleeding wounds and pus and eyes glowing unnaturally. More and more creatures started to emerge, each one touched by the blight, cutting off her path. She coughed and spluttered, as the stench became unbearable. It was a bitter burning acid mixed with decay and rot. From behind them, she heard a scream, one of pure terror.
Blood dripped down the brick walls, mingling with filth and grime. Rats darted in between crates and barrels, and insects writhed, drawn to the scent. Korinne Hawke gagged and doubled over, the scent of decay becoming too much to bear. Her companions stood behind her, impassively watching. She recovered, hauling herself up by using a nearby crate for support, and wiping her mouth but it didn’t help. Fear and adrenaline left an unpleasant metallic taste in her mouth, and no amount of water would stop it.
“We need to keep going.” A voice came from behind her, but she didn’t look back to see. Anders probably. The voice felt off though, hollow, uncaring. Almost urging her to push forward.
She took uneasy steps, boots moving through filth, sending the sewer animals fleeing. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a full view of another rat, this one blighted and its skin peeling and blistering, boils developing right before her eyes. She gagged again, but stopped herself from falling down. A crow alighted nearby, it’s body ravaged by the blight, feathers stripped bare, skin revealed and covered with bleeding wounds and pus and eyes glowing unnaturally. More and more creatures started to emerge, each one touched by the blight, cutting off her path. She coughed and spluttered, as the stench became unbearable. It was a bitter burning acid mixed with decay and rot. From behind them, she heard a scream, one of pure terror.