ISAR
Arm yourself
Water dripped from the ceiling. A sound like raindrops falling on stone multiplied and echoed through the winding tunnels. Somewhere up ahead a crack in the bedrock let a ray of light through that erased the utter blackness of the passage. With small skylights and occasional pockets of vegetation growing over old cave ins it wasn't a dull place to be by any means, though Isar had a feeling things would look different at night.
While curiosity had brought him here, he wasn't sure he enjoyed the place. There were far too many signs of activity for his liking. Muddy footsteps, subtle scribbles on the walls and a feeling of being watched kept his attention on high alert. That the rushing waves put a hamper on his ability to hear anything beyond his immediate vicinity didn't make it much better. He'd hope to find treasure, or perhaps something washed up and half-dead to eat, but when he reached an intersection and found a recently doused lantern instead, he decided it might be safer to return to the beach instead.
About to turn around, a shuffling sound somewhere down one of the paths made him duck into a crevice. Hoping his dark colors and the faded nature of his clothes would let him blend in, Isar waited with bated breath to see whether the sound belonged to a creature, a person, or a meal.
He wasn't picky.
While curiosity had brought him here, he wasn't sure he enjoyed the place. There were far too many signs of activity for his liking. Muddy footsteps, subtle scribbles on the walls and a feeling of being watched kept his attention on high alert. That the rushing waves put a hamper on his ability to hear anything beyond his immediate vicinity didn't make it much better. He'd hope to find treasure, or perhaps something washed up and half-dead to eat, but when he reached an intersection and found a recently doused lantern instead, he decided it might be safer to return to the beach instead.
About to turn around, a shuffling sound somewhere down one of the paths made him duck into a crevice. Hoping his dark colors and the faded nature of his clothes would let him blend in, Isar waited with bated breath to see whether the sound belonged to a creature, a person, or a meal.
He wasn't picky.
Because no one else here will save you
