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Up On Warrick Hill: Sethos

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The autumn air was chilled, sharp and to the point, daring dark eyes to look up at the on-coming destination. The middle of nowhere, shielded by trees that cast long shadows. The rotting buildings casting even longer shadows, the breeze whispering through long forgotten doors and cracked windows. The brilliance of the sun was fleeting atop large pines, casting dusk purple and creeping darkness. The once glorious town brought low to ruins, the overgrown pathways and streets, the wooden structures and rusted metal paddocks. The air was crisp, smelling of rotting wood and clean, open air. Air that with every breath sent a shiver up the riders spine.

If the rumors weren't something to sneer at, Warrick Hill gave a new definition of, "You shall not pass."

Ari had dared the trip, wrapped tightly in her leather jacket and thick riding breeches, the dark green scarf wrapped tightly around her cheeks. The country side was beautiful this far from home and unknown territory. The perfect chance to test the mettle of her spitfire once more.

Sethos had been easy to encourage and had a will of steel, but a glance to those tufted ears made her wonder. The only signs he'd been pushed to this haunted destination was the gentle expands of his sides. The only sign of his unease was the cautious flick of those spotted ears. They'd paused purposefully outside of the depleted town, giving him the chance to get the feel. Street racing had always been a dream come true for Arietta, her two sindows chosen for such acts had been planned. Seth, though, was her onyx gem; the hidden darkness in Black Pine.

"Easy," the young woman breathed, reaching out to give a gentle pat to his stripped neck. The green sindow in turn hissed. A noise she hadn't heard in a long time, slow and drawn out; a warning. Arietta felt better, her stomach twisting as she brought her racer into the edges of the town.

The ride was hesitant, his usually long and prideful strides cut short and almost forced. She'd put Sethos into some harry situations before, with shady characters and nasty sindows, but the air felt... alive wasn't the right word for it, but it made her look over her shoulder occasionally. Sethos began chattering at her, muzzle not allowing much in the sense of movement. She forced a smile, practically hearing him demand a fight, that whatever was around that corner to step to light.

He'd always been a bruiser, but right now Arietta was proud that he was pushing past the hesitant strides and actually making it into the town. The sun wasn't gone from today, but the trees and buildings made it appear so. This was going to be a long night, then, hearing the skittering of an animal in a long forgotten trashcan.

Arietta would have laughed, if she'd been the one to see the result. Sethos had charged the can, rusted and crumbling, hissing in a way that made her want to shy away from him. Something skittered away, a flurry of wind against feathers. The venomous sindow halted and swayed his tail, anxiously stepping as he veered for a go at whatever had escaped his paws. Arietta held fast to the saddle and blanket she'd packed for him, not daring to tug on his reins.

"Hey, hey Seth," she soothed, petting his flared crest as she was jerked forward with his arched tail. "Easy, big boy you got'em. See? You scared them right off." She giggled nervously, his massive exhale followed by a jerk of his head as he reeled himself away and began to trot down the forgotten road. Least he was feeling better, then. Shame Arietta couldn't calm her own racing heart.

The decent into darkness, no harsh lights of streetlamps or loud crowds. No living soul shouting encouragement or insults. No eyes on them, judging them. But neither could shake the feeling of something following them...
Sethos and his handler take a daring trip to Warrick Hill, to test Sethos for his street racing. He'd done well in actual events, not now though... seems like Venom is lacking in the punch.

Haha, poor Seth. Guess that little black banshee strikes again! He's gonna be a pain in the butt to calm down when they get back...

If they get back ;)

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Was going for prompt 1, but I kind of meshed them together lol. It's gonna be a long night~
I'm Sindow inspired again haha!

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Spirit Orbs dance around you, entrancing both you and your Sindow. Draw or write about this happening to continue your journey through Warrick Hill. 

It also seems that Sethos has spied something glowing in the weeds. He turns up a Bioluminescent Mushroom! It'll be added to your inventory for safe keeping.