CadeMadDog

Nightfall, a gentle breeze blowing, a subtle chill in the air. The trees rustled ever so softly their leaves, having begun to change with the season, falling to the forest floor. Slowly did Toma trek through the twilight shrouded woodwork, his hand steady with his lantern. Normally he would have chosen to sleep at this hour, but his rest had been interrupted by his companion, Guren, stirring him. The Cyndaquil hybrid had a sense of urgency about him, something that Toma simply couldn’t ignore. Thus did he choose to follow him into the woods…eventually coming to the yawning mouth of a cave. There was a hint of nostalgia about it, reminding Toma of home and the surrounding environs. But this was no time to reminisce, as Guren seemed intent on heading into the cavern. “I certainly hope nothing ill befalls us tonight,” Toma said as he followed into the cave. The stone walls gave off a faint reflective sheen from his lantern, though there was no time to admire it as a low rumble bellowed