Nightshift 42: Stairwell by Waiting room/Lobby 1
[From here]
He didn't like it, but with those decaying things in pursuit he had little choice but to climb the stais. He hoped there would be no more surprises waiting for them on the second floor. Scar ascended rather clumsily in his hurry to reach the top, occasionally tripping over a step or two. He didn't even glance down whether von Karma followed him or not. There was no need to. Even if he didn't hear the footsteps behind him, it would be a natural assumption that the human would not remain downstairs.
Once Scar had reached the second floor, he paused. Only then he noticed he was trembling, and though he only wanted to curl up and continue to do so, he couldn't. Their safety - his safety - was anything but certain. His instincts were telling him that danger had not yet passed.
His ears were perked as his narrowed, feline eyes glanced down into the darkness when he attempted to locate any moving shapes below. Whether those things were capable of following them or not, Scar would notice in time. They could run, he assured himself. The creatures were fast nor discrete, so there'd be plenty of time to run.
...but to where? What if they could climb the stairs? Why did he deserve to get into this mess?! He didn't dare to remove his gaze from the darkness below to glare at the one at fault, yet he fully blamed the human in question for dragging him into this.
And with that, he silently waited. For a noise or a movement, for any sort of sign that danger had not yet passed.
He didn't like it, but with those decaying things in pursuit he had little choice but to climb the stais. He hoped there would be no more surprises waiting for them on the second floor. Scar ascended rather clumsily in his hurry to reach the top, occasionally tripping over a step or two. He didn't even glance down whether von Karma followed him or not. There was no need to. Even if he didn't hear the footsteps behind him, it would be a natural assumption that the human would not remain downstairs.
Once Scar had reached the second floor, he paused. Only then he noticed he was trembling, and though he only wanted to curl up and continue to do so, he couldn't. Their safety - his safety - was anything but certain. His instincts were telling him that danger had not yet passed.
His ears were perked as his narrowed, feline eyes glanced down into the darkness when he attempted to locate any moving shapes below. Whether those things were capable of following them or not, Scar would notice in time. They could run, he assured himself. The creatures were fast nor discrete, so there'd be plenty of time to run.
...but to where? What if they could climb the stairs? Why did he deserve to get into this mess?! He didn't dare to remove his gaze from the darkness below to glare at the one at fault, yet he fully blamed the human in question for dragging him into this.
And with that, he silently waited. For a noise or a movement, for any sort of sign that danger had not yet passed.