07-09-2014, 10:38 AM
The interior of the temple was as strange mix of old and new. The walls looked to be made of stone, but were polished bright as a new car. As it was outside, the place seemed to be lit by nothing, yet he could see perfectly fine.
Her shadow came up beside him. Hand to God, he stepped aside on instinct rather than revulsion. He didn't want to loathe her, but like he said topside, he was fond of living. Speaking of, where exactly were they?
"Trust you?"
Jaxen replied quizzically. He barked an uneasy laugh. Even for someone who saved his life. Didn't mean she wasn't saving his hide because shooting an otherwise delicious looking McJaxen was a waste of a meal. He shuddered but continued forward only half a step before his arms were planted at his sides.
For a tiny thing she could shove her way past a brick wall! Grace and agility kept his feet beneath him, but it wasn't pretty as he stumbled across an open space. "What the--?!"
He cried, taken by surprise and looking behind his shoulder.
He was aware of an audience, but his eyes slid over them like oil on water. He had no interest in actually seeing what was around him. Just staying upright. "Strong little thing aren't you."
He barked, annoyed as they crossed the foyer. In the corner of his eye, a black and red pillar drifted aside, and every hair on his body stood on end.
Jaxen's hands whipped out to grab the edges of the passageway he was almost shoved through, blocking them, and turning into a rigid wall that Sora was going to have to plow through to get by. Every hair stood up on his body, like a forked tongue tickled the back of his neck and hot breath whispered threats in his ear.
The pillar was a snake. Black and red, its hooded fans billowing. A thick body was coiled on the ground. Its belly rippled like its last meal was still writhing within, trying to get out.
His face paled white as the moon. Tears glistened the corners of wide-thrown eyes, but Jaxen willed his legs to move. To run. But he was surrounded by them. There was no where to run. Except at the beast and rip it apart with his own bare hands. But his legs were cement blocks. His feet barely inched backwards. He wanted to scream and wake from this nightmare. Vengenance curled his heart black, but for what, he couldn't say.
With venomous defiance he turned toward Sora, and backed away from her as surely as he did from the lair of the beast. "You know what? Fuck you. And fuck this. I'm done."
He turned tail and ran.
...Into a maze of gray stone hallways. The endlessness of it almost made him panic as fearfully as the giant cobra man. Trapped. But he wouldn't stop. He couldn't give up. There had to be a way out. There's always a way out.
Her shadow came up beside him. Hand to God, he stepped aside on instinct rather than revulsion. He didn't want to loathe her, but like he said topside, he was fond of living. Speaking of, where exactly were they?
"Trust you?"
Jaxen replied quizzically. He barked an uneasy laugh. Even for someone who saved his life. Didn't mean she wasn't saving his hide because shooting an otherwise delicious looking McJaxen was a waste of a meal. He shuddered but continued forward only half a step before his arms were planted at his sides.
For a tiny thing she could shove her way past a brick wall! Grace and agility kept his feet beneath him, but it wasn't pretty as he stumbled across an open space. "What the--?!"
He cried, taken by surprise and looking behind his shoulder.
He was aware of an audience, but his eyes slid over them like oil on water. He had no interest in actually seeing what was around him. Just staying upright. "Strong little thing aren't you."
He barked, annoyed as they crossed the foyer. In the corner of his eye, a black and red pillar drifted aside, and every hair on his body stood on end.
Jaxen's hands whipped out to grab the edges of the passageway he was almost shoved through, blocking them, and turning into a rigid wall that Sora was going to have to plow through to get by. Every hair stood up on his body, like a forked tongue tickled the back of his neck and hot breath whispered threats in his ear.
The pillar was a snake. Black and red, its hooded fans billowing. A thick body was coiled on the ground. Its belly rippled like its last meal was still writhing within, trying to get out.
His face paled white as the moon. Tears glistened the corners of wide-thrown eyes, but Jaxen willed his legs to move. To run. But he was surrounded by them. There was no where to run. Except at the beast and rip it apart with his own bare hands. But his legs were cement blocks. His feet barely inched backwards. He wanted to scream and wake from this nightmare. Vengenance curled his heart black, but for what, he couldn't say.
With venomous defiance he turned toward Sora, and backed away from her as surely as he did from the lair of the beast. "You know what? Fuck you. And fuck this. I'm done."
He turned tail and ran.
...Into a maze of gray stone hallways. The endlessness of it almost made him panic as fearfully as the giant cobra man. Trapped. But he wouldn't stop. He couldn't give up. There had to be a way out. There's always a way out.