“I don’t like it.” He snarls, crossing and uncrossing his arms anxiously. The Half-drey just ignored it, however, stroking his short beard thoughtfully. It didn’t bother him any to be someplace without walls or ceiling…damn the man.
“Look up…” Orin smirks softly, gesturing upward. His rings glinted in the bright light of the moon, making Shand squint.
“I don’t want to.” He snaps back, irritably, sitting down on the ground, the heavy spider limbs that hang from his back twitching dangerously.
“Aww. Big man is SKAWED.” Bat’zu sniggered. The half demon, who looked like nothing more impressive than a chubby, horned infant with wings, sniggered as he lit an thick cigar, further offending Shand’s eyes with the flames interruption of the darkness. It’s the tiny wings that keep him air born as one of Shand’s talon-ended spider limbs smashes through the branch the half demon is perched on. Even the sound of it breaking and falling don’t sound right without cavern walls to make them echo. Too blunt, too final, as though this entire empty world were trying to cover the sound.
“I’m not SCARED, Pest. I just don’t like it. And You…” He turns a hot glare on Orin, who’s still scratching runes in the dirt. In spite of the eye stinging light of the moon they seem to fill with shadows as though comforting darkness had been poured into the shallow grooves. “You still haven’t told me what the hell we’re doing up here.”