Christian Slade
In Darkness I Thrive
"For the most part.", he said plainly as he continued on the path, a slight smirk finding the corner of his mouth knowing that the woman wouldn't exactly love that answer. It didn't take much longer, however, for the path to widen and for their feet to carry them to the foot of a cave. It's opening was only about eight feet high, just tall enough for Christisan to pass through unharmed, which he did without hesitation.
His form easily melded into the darkness of the cave, considering he preferred dark clothing, but only a moment after he'd vanished into the darkness he was again found by the bright crimson glow of his saber which washed over his form. As he waded into the cavern he stopped all of a sudden, looking over his shoulder at Paega and waiting for her to follow. As he watched her he said, "From here on out we'll need the light of our blades. Our destination lies within the mountain, not outside of it."
He then slowly turned his head, golden eyes carefully looking into the deep darkness before him as they narrowed with curiosity. He listened to the force that washed over his body every moment, and it warned him of the others that he could actually feel breathing. His touch to the force so delicate and precise that he could even sense the reverberating pulses of their hearts running like rippling water through the force around him. The heartbeats, more than he'd predicted there'd be, beating like war drums as he took another step. "Practice caution, Paega. It seems like the Shaman of the Crescent mountain are still very much alive.", he whispered to her, his pace picking up little by little as he made his way through the darkness.
@[member="Paega Anginous"]
His form easily melded into the darkness of the cave, considering he preferred dark clothing, but only a moment after he'd vanished into the darkness he was again found by the bright crimson glow of his saber which washed over his form. As he waded into the cavern he stopped all of a sudden, looking over his shoulder at Paega and waiting for her to follow. As he watched her he said, "From here on out we'll need the light of our blades. Our destination lies within the mountain, not outside of it."
He then slowly turned his head, golden eyes carefully looking into the deep darkness before him as they narrowed with curiosity. He listened to the force that washed over his body every moment, and it warned him of the others that he could actually feel breathing. His touch to the force so delicate and precise that he could even sense the reverberating pulses of their hearts running like rippling water through the force around him. The heartbeats, more than he'd predicted there'd be, beating like war drums as he took another step. "Practice caution, Paega. It seems like the Shaman of the Crescent mountain are still very much alive.", he whispered to her, his pace picking up little by little as he made his way through the darkness.
@[member="Paega Anginous"]