Post by Hadjara on Apr 1, 2013 21:36:14 GMT -5
The last time she had been in the tunnels Hadjara had been a human and Gabriel had claimed her as his slave to grant her access. She had liked it then, even if she hadn’t really been able to understand it. It was strange but fascinating, and since she had decided to stay away from cities after she had (accidentally) killed someone the Tunnels seemed like the nest logical place to go. Ana had come with her, but Hadjara had wandered off some time ago and had, quite easily, managed to get herself lost. Most things in the tunnel looked similar and whenever she thought she recognized something she managed to get even more turned around.
The only thing that remained constant was the tug towards the portal to the Dream World, which Hadjara hadn’t felt the last time. She kept finding herself drifting towards it rather than looking for a place she knew, and the tunnels leading up to it because twisted enough that Hadjara thought she must have wound up leagues away from where she wanted to be. She supposed it was good that she was sober, and not in a rush because otherwise her inability to figure out where she was would have been infuriating. As she was neither of those things, she didn’t overly mind the long walk although Levent seemed to want to rest, or at least swim rather than carrying his substantial weight. He wasn’t fond of walking great distances since that wasn’t what he was designed to do, and his body was ill prepared for it.
Hajara was dressed reasonably for once. Since they hadn’t run into anyone so far Malak had let her get away with wearing roughly cut brown pants and a dark purple tunic that had been neatly tied above her waist since if she was going to stick things into her navel then she wasn’t going to cover it up. She was wearing boiled leather arm guards over her sleeves, starting down from the below her elbow to the tops of her wrists and her hands and feet had been bandages so that climbing was easy without having to activate magic to keep her skin from being cut on any jagged stones. Even as rough as they were, her skin could be cut, the pads of Levent’s feet had already been cut up a few too many times for Hadjara to be willing to walk without some protection on her much softer skin.
Yed was perched on her shoulder as Hadjara walked down the tunnel she had chosen, her wings outstretched as far as they could do and brushing the edges of the tunnel, and her tail swished lazily over the top of her pants. Levent had taken a swat at it a couple times in his annoyance but was otherwise content to waddle miserably after her; at least until the tunnel ended abruptly with a cave in, then he slumped over to rest with his damaged feet off the ground while Hadjara frowned at the block. She wanted to get to the other side, if for no other reason than she had already seen the tunnel she had just come down.
With a frown, Hadjara deposited Yed on the top of the head of the resting crocodile and examined the cave in. Hadjara had no idea how far back it went, or how large the offending rocks were but Hadjara decided that rather than go back, the rocks needed to move. She put her shoulder and hands against the biggest rock and heaved, using a surge of magic to help. Hadjara only pushed it about two feet before she had to scramble back as another round of rocks tumbled down in a second, booming rock fall.
She wrapped her wings around her head as a cloud of dust rose and she coughed, squeezing her eyes shut. Hadjara waited until the sounds of rocks tumbling had finally stopped and she looked up, ignoring the fact that she was coated in a light grey-brown dust. The top of the rocks had collapsed enough for Hadjara (and Levent if he got up, although not even a rock slide had inspired him to move) to get through and, very carefully, she started to clamber up the pile and through the hole at the top. It wasn’t until she shouted back at Levent to get off his fat ass that he hissed mournfully and finally stood, dragging himself across the block and down into the small cavern on the other side. Which, much to his joy, contained a puddle.
Levent slipped into it happily as Hadjara looked about, and noticed a red gleam from up ahead. Leaving her familiars to the pool, Hadjara went on ahead and found herself in the central cavern of the Daemon tunnels. The massive red spire she could have picked out anywhere and Hadjara smiled to herself as she walked in, leaving a trail of rock debris as she went.
The only thing that remained constant was the tug towards the portal to the Dream World, which Hadjara hadn’t felt the last time. She kept finding herself drifting towards it rather than looking for a place she knew, and the tunnels leading up to it because twisted enough that Hadjara thought she must have wound up leagues away from where she wanted to be. She supposed it was good that she was sober, and not in a rush because otherwise her inability to figure out where she was would have been infuriating. As she was neither of those things, she didn’t overly mind the long walk although Levent seemed to want to rest, or at least swim rather than carrying his substantial weight. He wasn’t fond of walking great distances since that wasn’t what he was designed to do, and his body was ill prepared for it.
Hajara was dressed reasonably for once. Since they hadn’t run into anyone so far Malak had let her get away with wearing roughly cut brown pants and a dark purple tunic that had been neatly tied above her waist since if she was going to stick things into her navel then she wasn’t going to cover it up. She was wearing boiled leather arm guards over her sleeves, starting down from the below her elbow to the tops of her wrists and her hands and feet had been bandages so that climbing was easy without having to activate magic to keep her skin from being cut on any jagged stones. Even as rough as they were, her skin could be cut, the pads of Levent’s feet had already been cut up a few too many times for Hadjara to be willing to walk without some protection on her much softer skin.
Yed was perched on her shoulder as Hadjara walked down the tunnel she had chosen, her wings outstretched as far as they could do and brushing the edges of the tunnel, and her tail swished lazily over the top of her pants. Levent had taken a swat at it a couple times in his annoyance but was otherwise content to waddle miserably after her; at least until the tunnel ended abruptly with a cave in, then he slumped over to rest with his damaged feet off the ground while Hadjara frowned at the block. She wanted to get to the other side, if for no other reason than she had already seen the tunnel she had just come down.
With a frown, Hadjara deposited Yed on the top of the head of the resting crocodile and examined the cave in. Hadjara had no idea how far back it went, or how large the offending rocks were but Hadjara decided that rather than go back, the rocks needed to move. She put her shoulder and hands against the biggest rock and heaved, using a surge of magic to help. Hadjara only pushed it about two feet before she had to scramble back as another round of rocks tumbled down in a second, booming rock fall.
She wrapped her wings around her head as a cloud of dust rose and she coughed, squeezing her eyes shut. Hadjara waited until the sounds of rocks tumbling had finally stopped and she looked up, ignoring the fact that she was coated in a light grey-brown dust. The top of the rocks had collapsed enough for Hadjara (and Levent if he got up, although not even a rock slide had inspired him to move) to get through and, very carefully, she started to clamber up the pile and through the hole at the top. It wasn’t until she shouted back at Levent to get off his fat ass that he hissed mournfully and finally stood, dragging himself across the block and down into the small cavern on the other side. Which, much to his joy, contained a puddle.
Levent slipped into it happily as Hadjara looked about, and noticed a red gleam from up ahead. Leaving her familiars to the pool, Hadjara went on ahead and found herself in the central cavern of the Daemon tunnels. The massive red spire she could have picked out anywhere and Hadjara smiled to herself as she walked in, leaving a trail of rock debris as she went.