“I think we've found all we can. How do we destroy this hell hole?”
Stare was frowning when he came. She heard the, hrrm, hrmm of his throat, but she did not turn around. Of course, she knew that he was trying to catch her attention, but her focus was elsewhere, for no sooner had she come outside than she had started to see the tracks.
The tracks of a long, worm-like beast trailing away from the church. A large, heavy body, but one that slid along similar to that tentacled thing. The track in the rusty brown dirt was hidden, but for eyes that saw much it was clear. Without so much as a warning Stare took a step forwards and hunkered down by a tree trunk. Extending a hand she touched a place where the bark had been rubbed and worn down by a wide body, passing. Looking further ahead she noticed a continuous path veering away from the right and further up a short hill - broken branches and crushed leaves her signs.
“Look,” she nodded to the tracks. “Something else has come and gone, possibly another one of your worm things.” Angling her head back she looked at Nevin. “If there another one out there, then we should surely hunt it also.”
Nevin stared, silent, at the tracks, his eyes wide. A tremble ran along his body - he had not thought of that, had thought that all of the creatures would be there to defend the ritual to open a portal. But these bastards were survivors and cowards - one running away made sense. The size of these tracks was disconcerting - but at the same time, it absolutely had to be dealt with, she was right.
The blood mage closed his eyes, concentrating on the singing of his magic. There was - there was a strange note to it now, a feminine tinged voice that sang in rage and anger, but it was just one more part of the unearthly chorus. He set that concern aside for the moment, unsure of where it had come from but with one of these things fleeing, hunting it down was a more immediate issue. There -
There was something, an odd note in the pulsing of his magic. It was nothing like the taint of the dark blood magic though. This sang of promised power, and of injury. Nevin’s dark red eyes snapped open and he pointed - off the trail that was in front of them, slightly to one side, deeper into the woods. “There's something bleeding in that direction. It's powerful - and I think it was trying to throw us off with a false trail.”
“Injured?”
Stare tilted her head, brow ridge hanging low over her eyes. Looking over in the direction he proposed she took a moment to look, frowning. It was not that she was poor at tracking - no, even the one that had been faked was not obvious. Rather, the creature - whatever it was, for Nevin had seemed unsure as to it being one of the bloody worms - had intelligence enough to hide himself.
