The Beginning of Something, Part 2
Darius entered into a dark tunnel, like another world. A swirl of windless smoke insinuated upon his skin, though he knew it wasn't actually there, well, not on this plane, anyway. The hallway he walked down, barely lit with dirty yellow light that seeped from somewhere, though when you looked, you could see no source. And if you tried to trace it back with your eyes, somehow you ended up with nothing. As if your mind wouldn't accept what it saw, and thus did not show it to you.
The swirling thought-smoke slid and smoothed its way across his skin, and a gentle hiss played through the back caverns of his mind. Tendrils slithered through him, not quite menacing, but not very friendly either. Like a snake deciding whether or not to strike.
Darius imagined a calm in his mind, and the mood of the smoke changed; backed off.
As he had entered there had been a roaring of wind. As soon as the door had closed, all had gone silent. The hallway before him stretched away into the darkness, soft light illuminating at intervals. It looked like a tiny runway leading into the distance. His footfalls were distinct has he walked. The glow in his eyes had gone down to a dim glimmer and his teeth had receded almost to normal. He could feel the thick tension and anticipation in the air. It excited him. The Cabal was anxious. The prongs did not show often lately, and they had been waiting for another opportunity to go out.
After several minutes of walking, he arrived at a door on the right side of the hall. He stopped in front of it. It was green, marred and scratched and worn from years of abuse. The polished knob had long ago lost it's shine. And most importantly, the door was shaking vigorously. Darius' smile returned and the glow flared up in his eyes.
Darius entered into a dark tunnel, like another world. A swirl of windless smoke insinuated upon his skin, though he knew it wasn't actually there, well, not on this plane, anyway. The hallway he walked down, barely lit with dirty yellow light that seeped from somewhere, though when you looked, you could see no source. And if you tried to trace it back with your eyes, somehow you ended up with nothing. As if your mind wouldn't accept what it saw, and thus did not show it to you.
The swirling thought-smoke slid and smoothed its way across his skin, and a gentle hiss played through the back caverns of his mind. Tendrils slithered through him, not quite menacing, but not very friendly either. Like a snake deciding whether or not to strike.
Darius imagined a calm in his mind, and the mood of the smoke changed; backed off.
As he had entered there had been a roaring of wind. As soon as the door had closed, all had gone silent. The hallway before him stretched away into the darkness, soft light illuminating at intervals. It looked like a tiny runway leading into the distance. His footfalls were distinct has he walked. The glow in his eyes had gone down to a dim glimmer and his teeth had receded almost to normal. He could feel the thick tension and anticipation in the air. It excited him. The Cabal was anxious. The prongs did not show often lately, and they had been waiting for another opportunity to go out.
After several minutes of walking, he arrived at a door on the right side of the hall. He stopped in front of it. It was green, marred and scratched and worn from years of abuse. The polished knob had long ago lost it's shine. And most importantly, the door was shaking vigorously. Darius' smile returned and the glow flared up in his eyes.