[CHRON PRP] Up The Mountain Without A... [Deity / Sephia]

[GunSniper]

The golden rays of the sun graciously caressed each scale upon the light Tahtil's back. Each scale gladly soaking up each ray and stored the energy within his horn. By night fall the crystal-like orb surrounded by thick bone would glow with its pale golden light without fail and create at least a small radius of light in which the light tahtil could travel by.

With each step toward the peak of this tall mountain the changing weather below in the valley seemed less and less apparent. It was as if he were entering a new world all together. A new world that was easily accessible by a stone path.

Well...

Deity paused mid step to glance at the narrow trail. The path was covered in pebbles and rocks of various shapes and sizes. The edges of the path hugging tight against the mountain only had a few strands of desperate plants clinging to what little soft earth was available to them. The mountain itself only allowed a slight horizontal stretch before dropping off suddenly to a near vertical incline. A brief gust of wind could easily push any loose rock from its insecure perch and start a chain reaction. Some of the path was covered in evidence of this reaction.

With a slow breath Deity continued up the narrow path toward the top of the mountain. Perhaps the path was not "easily" accessible to all. Not that anyone else really mattered. A dark b'alam could easily scale this mountain with their long leathery wings. The winds racing up the sides of the mountains would provide amble enough lift for them to perhaps be attracted to such a place. And that was why he was here now. His pray very well could have found this mountain and roosted here. The last trace of evidence had seemed to point to that.

As he rounded the next corner seemed to reveal a whole new terrain. A new world within a new world perhaps? His cold eyes narrowed as he saw what appeared to be a figure working across the way. It couldn't have been his pray. Most obviously she had no wings, therefore not of the dark tribe. Her fur was light, as if she were raised from the patch of grass she had been working on... not back and cruel as a starless sky. Lastly, she was a nantil. His prey was a Tahtil. The golden trinkets reflecting the sun's rays more brilliantly than his pale scales were what caught his eye most, but he knew that they had nothing to do with his pray. The gold he wore was darker, as if tainted by the darkness itself.

For now Deity decided to hold his distance and observe. Perhaps he was close by? If so, he wanted to be sure before making any more.

Hoshi Lockhart