Snippet #2466066

The halls, they seemed endless. Maybe it was just that fact that there were no trees in the Under. Adion had spent so long in the city, and so long in the Under, at least to him, that he was beginning to miss the trees of the forests above. To him, there was no feeling like prowling through the trees, tracking a deer before making a feast of it. This thought only made Adion miss the forests more.

The stone in the under was cold and grey, with blue glowing crystals and fluids. The forests that Adion was used to were warm and lush greens and browns, filled with peaceful life, and beast's calls. All the sound here was that endless dripping. That was it. His feet and the dripping. Nothing else. It only made Adion more anxious.

Then he heard the sound, the distinct sound, of running humans, armor and all. It was getting closer and quick. It was not like Adion had been going faster than a slow walk, but he had still had time to make it quite a distance. These humans must have been tracking him, or hunting him. The armor was what really set the veer off.

Now noting how close they were, Adion whipped around to catch one of the humans, the leading female, in his grasp. In one clawed hand, he held her against the wall in such a way that her hands were trapped at her sides. The most she would be able to do is squirm.

Adion was not stupid. He knew from the sound, and its continuation, that more humans were coming. He would keep his hold on the female tight, and the moment he saw another human, likely clad in the same style armor, he would begin to snarl. Not that kind of 'I will feast on your bones snarl,' but the 'step back' kind of snarl.