It wasn't too hard to tell that the Lightwarden still made this area their main home. There were those tell-tale signs of gold and white growth, enough in some areas to almost paint the paths that the creature used most.
Like the ones around that field of flowers Emet had created, almost like a thicket fence like the Lightwarden lingered near, but was so concerned with tainting them that it was uncertain about actually wandering through. And even the sineaters who weren't restricted by those brambles presence seemed unwilling to broach that barrier either, not wanting to risk the Lightwarden's protective ire.
It shouldn't care. These flowers weren't food, and yet despite that, despite the squirm of the brambles ever-present around limbs that tried to encourage it's movement and activity otherwise, the Lightwarden always seemed to drift back here when not hunting. Trying to make sense of things for all it couldn't at the moment with the Light burning through. It did mean that Emet-Selch's presence was noticed, that familiar swirl of Dark that had the creature perking from where it had been settled, ears pricking towards the sound of his call.
"H-hades-" It rasped out in response, sounding... pleased?
Surely not. Lightwardens surely wouldn't be pleased to see someone so saturated with Dark on their doorstep. And yet...
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Date: 2021-02-03 07:12 am (UTC)Like the ones around that field of flowers Emet had created, almost like a thicket fence like the Lightwarden lingered near, but was so concerned with tainting them that it was uncertain about actually wandering through. And even the sineaters who weren't restricted by those brambles presence seemed unwilling to broach that barrier either, not wanting to risk the Lightwarden's protective ire.
It shouldn't care. These flowers weren't food, and yet despite that, despite the squirm of the brambles ever-present around limbs that tried to encourage it's movement and activity otherwise, the Lightwarden always seemed to drift back here when not hunting. Trying to make sense of things for all it couldn't at the moment with the Light burning through. It did mean that Emet-Selch's presence was noticed, that familiar swirl of Dark that had the creature perking from where it had been settled, ears pricking towards the sound of his call.
"H-hades-" It rasped out in response, sounding... pleased?
Surely not. Lightwardens surely wouldn't be pleased to see someone so saturated with Dark on their doorstep. And yet...