Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-39280634-20200710213225

(Flame, Jester)

As the last match fizzles out in his hand and lights another, Lance stops along with the rest of the group. Alerted by Violet's warning, he holds his breath for a moment, in an effort to pick up whatever sounds he could. Thanks to his somewhat enhanced hearing, he could tell there were skittering further in the dark. It made his skin crawl, reminding him of the horrid enocunter he once had in a salt mine, fairly long time ago. Staring intently into the darkness and without saying a word, Lance morphs his right arm, ready for anything that might attack him and the group. He resumes breathing, albeit slowly, as he stands tensed.

However, for some odd reason, among the skittering he could swear he heard... feminine voices, muttering and whispering to eachother. He isn't sure what they are but he hopes they are simply just more Mamonos, as opposed to whatever ongodly horrors might lurk around.

"Please not again, please not again, please not again, pleasenotagain..."

(Outside)

The large insectile presence lurks hidden behind trees and bushes, further observing the situation unfolding at the sealed mine entrance from a distance. Eventualy, she decides to sneak away and move unseen, trying to find a way around the hill. "There better be another entrance on the other side. I have to find that young man..."