Kasib had sunk his paws deep into the portal, and his existence had melted into it. The swirling pattern diminished as he tore through, and the print reappeared to signal he reached the other end safely. This was a warping wormhole, more commonly referred to as portals. They weren't any sort of new technology, in fact many people didn't know or care how to work them. Only beings of high position would know of them. Freya knew about them, and so did Fiore, but willingly they decided to trail the mysterious man. Freya was next in line.
Swiveling her gaze side to side to see if anyone would snoop on them, Freya threw her head back towards Fiore. Whispering, she looked at the ground beneath him. "Hey, since we're alone now... uh, do you think we're going to get money out of this? I think we will, but I want your opinion..."
He didn't reply.
"If you're not going to answer that can you at LEAST tell me that the other end of this junk doesn't lead to a horrible death?!"
Yet again, he didn't say much to her, he kept silent and ground his beak together with a slippery smile. If a cliff didn't kill her, his silence would.
"FINE THEN, BE THAT WAY! I don't NEED your thoughts on anything, I can do everything MYSELF!" Freya yelled, snarling and sneering at him. Her antennae were high up in the air, and blooming red with an anger like no other.
So at this, she went to start at jumping through the portal. Mid jump her legs collapsed under her. Her small weight on the chalky rocks made a small crackling noise, but she assured herself that she would be fine. Of course she would be, why wouldn't she be? That's how she thought of injury, just an obstacle to work past. Wobbling upwards from the ground with scraped legs, she squinted at Fiore and charged through the portal. It was his fault for not warning her about what lies on the other end, after all!
He flowed after Freya's small steps after her display. Each of the trio was now in unknown territory.
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Unknown territory to each of them besides Kasib.
Kasib knew this place well. Each night he dreamed of it, not in a craze but a daze. Nor a fantasy or a want, but a compulsive obsession. Lies here the only place he ever has known, perhaps ever will know. This was not his home, but it was not far from it either. He stood straight with his shoulders laid back, forcefully. He was not comfortable here, Fiore noted to himself.
In front of them lie a cyclops of unknown descent or discernible nature and a table. To the creature's starboard was a shadowy Faerie of some sort, and to the port of them was a gargantuan treant and a cow decorated in frills. Gambling this group was, and Kasib had so rudely interrupted. His face was pale in fear, but he let out some uproar, surprising the quiet game players.
"Heh, Trul, how long has it been, three years? S-sorry about that... um, I found some tourists who had the nerve to ask for cash."
The cyclops, named Trul, continued facing backward. Their voice was ringing with the epitome of excitement and brazenness. "Damn straight it's been three years; I'll have to punish you!"
Kasib shook at this, but refreshed his composure in hopes not one would notice.
"Thank hell you brought back something for us to garner money from, water-boy."
Turning around vehemently, Trul shouted. "Well girls, go kill those lurkers! Even Kasib knew what code name cash meant; ripping open their fucking gritty hides and sell them to the Black Market! You three buffoons should know this! "
The travelers were cornered in a matter of an instant. Freya, specifically. A ravenous and bloodthirsty Kasib tackled the young girl to the ground, doubling her down with all his weight. Fiore was free to do whatever he could while this was happening, but he gaped at the scenario. Trul's other henchmen could not reach Fiore at the moment due to his mountainous girth.
He darted to the other side to the otherwise blank all white-tiled room. He received a few retorts like "You can't run forever!" and "We're not tall enough to get you now, but we've got some guns in the back we can shoot you with!" but continued moving in a strange figure-eight motif.
Freya, pinned to the floor about to have her face smashed in by Kasib's balled up fists. His face covered shadow, obscured his eyes. She had no means of defense if her As she was ready to accept defeat... something extraordinary came into play.
Swiveling her gaze side to side to see if anyone would snoop on them, Freya threw her head back towards Fiore. Whispering, she looked at the ground beneath him. "Hey, since we're alone now... uh, do you think we're going to get money out of this? I think we will, but I want your opinion..."
He didn't reply.
"If you're not going to answer that can you at LEAST tell me that the other end of this junk doesn't lead to a horrible death?!"
Yet again, he didn't say much to her, he kept silent and ground his beak together with a slippery smile. If a cliff didn't kill her, his silence would.
"FINE THEN, BE THAT WAY! I don't NEED your thoughts on anything, I can do everything MYSELF!" Freya yelled, snarling and sneering at him. Her antennae were high up in the air, and blooming red with an anger like no other.
So at this, she went to start at jumping through the portal. Mid jump her legs collapsed under her. Her small weight on the chalky rocks made a small crackling noise, but she assured herself that she would be fine. Of course she would be, why wouldn't she be? That's how she thought of injury, just an obstacle to work past. Wobbling upwards from the ground with scraped legs, she squinted at Fiore and charged through the portal. It was his fault for not warning her about what lies on the other end, after all!
He flowed after Freya's small steps after her display. Each of the trio was now in unknown territory.
---
Unknown territory to each of them besides Kasib.
Kasib knew this place well. Each night he dreamed of it, not in a craze but a daze. Nor a fantasy or a want, but a compulsive obsession. Lies here the only place he ever has known, perhaps ever will know. This was not his home, but it was not far from it either. He stood straight with his shoulders laid back, forcefully. He was not comfortable here, Fiore noted to himself.
In front of them lie a cyclops of unknown descent or discernible nature and a table. To the creature's starboard was a shadowy Faerie of some sort, and to the port of them was a gargantuan treant and a cow decorated in frills. Gambling this group was, and Kasib had so rudely interrupted. His face was pale in fear, but he let out some uproar, surprising the quiet game players.
"Heh, Trul, how long has it been, three years? S-sorry about that... um, I found some tourists who had the nerve to ask for cash."
The cyclops, named Trul, continued facing backward. Their voice was ringing with the epitome of excitement and brazenness. "Damn straight it's been three years; I'll have to punish you!"
Kasib shook at this, but refreshed his composure in hopes not one would notice.
"Thank hell you brought back something for us to garner money from, water-boy."
Turning around vehemently, Trul shouted. "Well girls, go kill those lurkers! Even Kasib knew what code name cash meant; ripping open their fucking gritty hides and sell them to the Black Market! You three buffoons should know this! "
The travelers were cornered in a matter of an instant. Freya, specifically. A ravenous and bloodthirsty Kasib tackled the young girl to the ground, doubling her down with all his weight. Fiore was free to do whatever he could while this was happening, but he gaped at the scenario. Trul's other henchmen could not reach Fiore at the moment due to his mountainous girth.
He darted to the other side to the otherwise blank all white-tiled room. He received a few retorts like "You can't run forever!" and "We're not tall enough to get you now, but we've got some guns in the back we can shoot you with!" but continued moving in a strange figure-eight motif.
Freya, pinned to the floor about to have her face smashed in by Kasib's balled up fists. His face covered shadow, obscured his eyes. She had no means of defense if her As she was ready to accept defeat... something extraordinary came into play.