"Who's there?" the little snake called out, and Caim was glad that she took the cue. In fact, he was a little impressed that she managed to not make her voice crack. "Be warned...I, uh, I have a Monster with me!"
While the "Monster" bit might make whomever was lurking in the shadows attack, Caim didn't mind. He figured he'd be able to beat anything else within the confines of the ruins, as he'd really just blend in with the darkness. However, as he let out another tongue of flame, the hallway remained empty and his apprehension rose a little. His nose knew
there was something there, and his ears pricked to listen intently on his surroundings, the echoes bouncing off the ancient walls.
He remained still, listening to everything he could. His pulse, the snake's soft breathing, the small shifts in sand beneath his paws. He reached further, going beyond the small bubble of sounds of his self and extended further into the hall, prying into its unseen depths. There, he heard the sounds of another-- no, two, and a distinct call he'd heard before. "Uhm, hello?" it called. "Are you lost?"'No, but you probably are,'
Caim grunted in his mind, opening his eyes to the same sight he had when his eyelids were in the way. Darkness and sand. That's all this damn place was... Frowning, he trotted forward a bit, using tongues of flame to light the way every so often. He turned a corner to find the black cat from earlier, then groaned. Thankfully, he spotted an unlit torch mounted on the wall and lit it, giving them permanent light. His tails swished a little as he stared down at the cat. What to do with it?
"Why are you being...all...wavy..." the small child muttered before collapsing again, which only earned a groan of exasperation from the elder female charizard. Really? She poked him lightly with her tail, but there was no response. Ugh."Of course the only child I allow into my company is a fainter..."
she muttered to herself, pausing when the musk of another charizard entered her snout. Her eyes widened and she whirled around to see the maker of the scent, who was already snarling and poised to attack. A cruel grin curled on her lips, and she stepped in front of the charmander. "Maybe it's better you're unconscious for this, Little One,"
she chuckled, her voice raspy and husky. "You would be useless in battle, I'm sure..."
She let out her own smoke, flaring her old wings in a show of dominance and territoriality. In short, "mine". "You'd best move, little man. I only seek to find my way out of this prison, but I'm not against cutting you down. Move."