Green Labyrinth
12-12-2017, 07:54 PM
the Rift
He smelled the blood long before he felt it. He heard her voice as well, a challenge asking for him to try harder. If he could have smiled, he would, for he wouldn’t go down without a fight. She would be regretting the decision to return, though perhaps she wasn’t quite as smart as he originally gave her credit for. For once she knew who was in the caverns among the bushes and heart of the green labyrinth, she had returned – but for what?
The rumble of anger continued to grow in his throat, his eyeless form using his large snout to be his eyes to smell her in any way that he could. His snout was angled straight at her, as the blood began to drop toward him, his long tongue snaking out to try and taste the creature once more. Yet, aside from the blood that touched his large serpentine tongue, there was something else. Something horrible and he cringed away from it – from her – as the purplish liquid touched his sensitive tongue and burned.
Another roar shook the caverns, he stumbled backward, using his tail to keep him upright as he moved away from the creature. A hissing sound left his circular mouth, his tongue lashing out in an attempt to remove the poison from his tongue. And he simply stood there, staring, breathing heavily as he looked without seeing in her general direction. What did she want? It was obvious to the Metus that she put up too much of a fight for him to want to continue – and so he waited, waited to see what she would do.
The rumble of anger continued to grow in his throat, his eyeless form using his large snout to be his eyes to smell her in any way that he could. His snout was angled straight at her, as the blood began to drop toward him, his long tongue snaking out to try and taste the creature once more. Yet, aside from the blood that touched his large serpentine tongue, there was something else. Something horrible and he cringed away from it – from her – as the purplish liquid touched his sensitive tongue and burned.
Another roar shook the caverns, he stumbled backward, using his tail to keep him upright as he moved away from the creature. A hissing sound left his circular mouth, his tongue lashing out in an attempt to remove the poison from his tongue. And he simply stood there, staring, breathing heavily as he looked without seeing in her general direction. What did she want? It was obvious to the Metus that she put up too much of a fight for him to want to continue – and so he waited, waited to see what she would do.
@Otem So i believe the trial was to challenge him, which you've now done! He's sitting and waiting and can answer basic questions if she has them, but he's surrendered to her, deeming her to be too much effort for food ;)
