Nemean Daughter~
The cool scent of sap hit Rayia as the ship’s bay doors opened. Her tail buzzed with the vibrations caused by scurrying fauna, darting this way and that through the dirt. They discarded the berries they were eating almost immediately and abandoned them. Rayia could feel them retreating from the intrusion, pressing themselves away from the focus of observation. It made her think about what sort of cruelty had been committed here to make even the smallest of critters wary.
But then again, Rayia could smell it oozing from the soil itself. That acrid scent of iron. So chillingly biting at the nose. The scent of the Dark that she’d come to recognize from her own experiences. Rayia frowned, drawing the crimson cloak about her shoulders closer. If she was being honest, descending below ground didn’t thrill her. Call it an old superstition but the Felacatians of her tribe revered Illuna and the sun. Very rarely did her presence then reach underground. ‘That and well Cathar then had the Kiliks. I’ve had my fill of bugs and dirt,’ Rayia thought.
Try as she might however, Rayia dared not voice this hesitancy. As the group started to head out, the shorter Felacatian felt Ran sidle towards her. Though the movement was expected, Rayia’s tapered ear still twitched as Ran leaned down to speak to her. Any eavesdropper would be met with a dissuading show of teeth. And not Rayia’s humanoid kind. A smile impossibly full of fangs.
Evidently, Ran did not want the others to hear this. Rayia couldn’t say she blamed her. “Though my experience along the same lines was shorter, I believe I understand. I…” Rayia sought a suitable way to formulate her words before it came to her, “…have also been poked and prodded.”
Suddenly, Rayia’s nose twitched. The scent of freshly turned dirt and the shudder of vibration from a mound in the distance drew her golden eyes away from Ran and towards it. The mound rested against the split trunk of a tree, nestled between the fallen log and its splintering remnant. Puffs of earth were still billowing from the central opening, cascading down its sides like small rivulets. The likely efforts of the carapaced beings Raiya could feel swimming beneath her feet. “Uhm, I’d guess that’s a hive. What now?”