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There were no gold and glimmer awaiting them when their feet eventually had brought them to the entrance of the dark hole. Conor had expected nothing less, and followed slowly behind his brother; leaving uneven, damp paw prints behind him in the mixed ground made of gravel and rocks. The golden male breathed in the slightly edgy scent of sea and huffed; shaking his multihued coat instinctively when he imagined the salt creeping into it. It was not an uncomfortable smell at all, but it was unusual. Conor did not spend much time by the salt, wet edges of northern Dahlia. Pupils widened and threatened to swallow the soft lavender in the young male’s eyes as he followed the sandy form of his brother into the absolute darkness.
Conor mind was occupied with great beasts swallowing small children when his unpleasant train of thought was interrupted by the sound of his brother’s voice found his golden ears. It sounded less confident than it had been out in the bright daylight, and an invisible smile graced the young Soul boy’s face. As the runt of the litter Conor had suffered in the dark. He could still remember the angry badger trailing him hungrily with sharp teeth. However, today he knew better than to linger and weak up old demons and memories. He was larger than any badger and there had never been any monsters lurking in the darkness in his room. Ever. ”Did you hear that?” the young male suddenly uttered in a voice altered with alarm. The guilt was at him at once, but he could not let such an opportunity pass.
There had been no specific sound except for rhythmic music from the wet, dripping walls, but imagination received free reins here.