Green Labyrinth
01-16-2018, 11:49 PM
She ended up following Waker, feeling as if she owed it to the sullen stallion to assist him in their next task. Before she had been unable to help him or Otem, both of whom had come to the Labyrinth, this time things would be different. She listened as the younger mare spoke of meeting the metus and smiled. She being a native knew about the vicious predators that stalked the maze of bamboo and fog. "Not many have heard the voice of the Metus." She said, impressed. "They are silent hunters and do not choose to speak to others. Though few have every actually escaped their claws. The both of you are lucky to have gotten away." She directed her last comment to both Otem and Roscorro.
Yes, she had seen the claw marks on the stallion and the way he walked the path into the maze with a cautious familiarity. So she assumed that he had faced the Metus before. The look of surprise upon his face told her that she was right and she smiled, pleased. She remains close to Waker, towering over the dark stallion as she peers into the fog. The lurker has a powerful sense of smell, it would easily hone in on the injury.
Looking down at the stranger a thoughtful look crosses her face. "It will smell you, if it hasn't already." She says. stopping. "Would you be okay going deeper in and attracting it with your blood? Or would you prefer we try to mask your scent and track it down by searching the places the two of you have encountered it at? Or I can bate it with my blood. That is often the quickest way to attract The Magnus Metus. It relies greatly on scent and sound to hunt, since it does not posses sight." What ever the case, they needed some sort of plan. Blundering deeper into the maze was a great way to get themselves killed.
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Yes, she had seen the claw marks on the stallion and the way he walked the path into the maze with a cautious familiarity. So she assumed that he had faced the Metus before. The look of surprise upon his face told her that she was right and she smiled, pleased. She remains close to Waker, towering over the dark stallion as she peers into the fog. The lurker has a powerful sense of smell, it would easily hone in on the injury.
Looking down at the stranger a thoughtful look crosses her face. "It will smell you, if it hasn't already." She says. stopping. "Would you be okay going deeper in and attracting it with your blood? Or would you prefer we try to mask your scent and track it down by searching the places the two of you have encountered it at? Or I can bate it with my blood. That is often the quickest way to attract The Magnus Metus. It relies greatly on scent and sound to hunt, since it does not posses sight." What ever the case, they needed some sort of plan. Blundering deeper into the maze was a great way to get themselves killed.
talk talk talk talk
still, the flowers open as she passes
and the birds they sing to greet her
though she heaves blood.
there is grace in a steeple collapsing.
and the birds they sing to greet her
though she heaves blood.
there is grace in a steeple collapsing.
K'yarie
