Astraea suppressed a shiver of unease as the atmosphere around her grew steadily more cold and clammy, the darkness pressing in around her. At this point, the adrenaline was coursing through her veins, and all of her senses were on full alert, waiting for
something, any sign of the imminent danger which she felt hovering close at hand. The despairing thoughts which crossed her mind were not her own, that she was sure of, but if they weren’t hers…then whose were they? The thickening fog swirled ominously around her, and for a moment, she could have sworn that she’d seen something move in the darkness. Then again, still just on the very verge of her field of vision, not lingering long enough for her to get a good glimpse of whatever it was. Sometimes, she could have sworn that she’d seen its eyes, which were a stark, unnerving bone white. Or at least, so she thought. Frozen in spot, she had to fight to keep from backpedaling all the way to the entrance again, the irrational fear strong in her mind.
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Syria watched with mild interest as the male Khimera took notice of her presence, assuming that the surprised look on his features was due to the fact that her appearance had been completely unexpected. Her twin tails flicked languidly behind her as golden eyes scrutinized her ‘quarry’, looking thoughtful as she considered her options. Already a step ahead of herself, she was looking for any flaw, a weakness that would aid her in incapacitating her target with the most ease. The fact that Astraea hadn’t arrived yet concerned her a little, but she figured that if anything, her mistress would guard the entrance and keep the Khimera from fleeing, should he slip through her own claws.
”Indeed I have, thanks to you,” she replied smoothly, ears flicking slightly as their voices echoed eerily in the cavernous room. With a liquid gait that caused the dense fog around her to swirl and eddy, she slowly padded towards the male Khimera, simultaneously cutting off what seemed to be the only entrance and exit to this chamber. If she wasn’t mistaken, this felt like the very heart of the dark, crumbling citadel, if the oppressiveness of the shadows were anything to judge by. It was only thanks to her feline night-vision that she could see anything in here at all: it had probably been decades, maybe even centuries, since this room had seen any light.
She stopped, several feet away from Shard, her gaze locked on his, brooking no mercy.
”Now, if you’d be so kind as to hand that toy of yours over, we can all go on our way, and no one gets hurt.” A hint of a smile touched her features as she spoke.
”After all, we’d all prefer the ‘clean and simple’ solution, wouldn’t we?”