Hexle, the Concept DraculiOnly the moral have guilt.Posts:13
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After at least a ten minute rest, Hexle heard a noise, a splish or splash in the lake further on. He hadn't been certain he'd heard it until the noise reoccurred. Thinking maybe he was really just making things up in his head, he rested his noggin on his forepaws, enjoying just a little bit more of the cooler climate of the caverns. Before long, something stirred him, causing a tiny alarm in the back of his head to sing.
Skimming the area and finding no immediate threat, he guessed that whoever, or whatever, had awoken him was a bit further than his eyes could see in the darkness. Of course, if it had been brighter in the blackened tunnels, he would see them perfectly. How he knew there was more than one, he could only guess. Hexle called it a hunch, and he usually went with his hunches.
Hopping from his perch, the draculi opted to follow his nose. He'd be the first to admit he was no Werecain, who's noses were sharp in every way, but he had a good sense, he believed. Unfortunately, all he could smell was water, mold, and stone. It was everywhere, after all.