It was a scenario they'd all hoped never to see come to fruition. All the Scions could do without some plan to stop the new Lightwarden was to help with evacuations. Move people away from the creature's path for all they all knew this was just delaying the inevitable as things stood. Not that they would say as much aloud, but it hung there in the silences. Send word to the Source, warn their comrades of the potential for disaster in the near future should nothing about the situation change. It wasn't like those there could stop this, or lessen it's damage, but perhaps being forewarned would help them to save more, to salvage some semblance of order more quickly should the seemingly sealed fate of the First truly be so.
The Lightwarden had taken to the desert when not actively hunting. The area it had 'claimed' plain enough in the twists and tumbles of gold and white blossoms and vines spreading undoubtedly from places where it's own 'blood' had spilled, creeping across the sands and twisting up stone and along cliff faces. Easy enough to tell where it spent the most time from the sheer density of the plant life, to say nothing of the lesser sin eaters who stayed near.
The call predictably drew it's attention- several of those eye-bearing blooms twisted in their palms towards Emet-Selch, before the creature's head turned as well. Again not looking to attack once it recognized the sort of aether Emet was full of, not nearly as starving or agitated to try such a foolish thing. Brambles shifting around pale limbs, sending drops of gold to splatter into the sand, a shift almost like the Lightwarden was going to retreat deeper into it's territory before the two hands empty of blossoms tightened their grasp on the stone it was perched on as if resisting the movement. Difficult to say why, but the Ascian had it's attention, and for the moment at least it was still.
No worries, it's all good 8)
The Lightwarden had taken to the desert when not actively hunting. The area it had 'claimed' plain enough in the twists and tumbles of gold and white blossoms and vines spreading undoubtedly from places where it's own 'blood' had spilled, creeping across the sands and twisting up stone and along cliff faces. Easy enough to tell where it spent the most time from the sheer density of the plant life, to say nothing of the lesser sin eaters who stayed near.
The call predictably drew it's attention- several of those eye-bearing blooms twisted in their palms towards Emet-Selch, before the creature's head turned as well. Again not looking to attack once it recognized the sort of aether Emet was full of, not nearly as starving or agitated to try such a foolish thing. Brambles shifting around pale limbs, sending drops of gold to splatter into the sand, a shift almost like the Lightwarden was going to retreat deeper into it's territory before the two hands empty of blossoms tightened their grasp on the stone it was perched on as if resisting the movement. Difficult to say why, but the Ascian had it's attention, and for the moment at least it was still.