Ruchi, the drow, quickly stepped over the dark, rough stones that led far below, to where most dark elves rarely resided or ever set foot. She whipped her slender body effortlessly around the narrow caves and tunnels of the Underdark, taking sharp turns and cutting corners like a lithe predator ready to pounce. Zynrae was at her heel, cloaked in shadows. At times, Zynrae was close enough for Ruchi to feel the Faern's warm breath on her neck. Oddly, the sensation invigorated her, making her press forward. So, she purposely slowed down occasionally. Ruchi had climbed into the Underdark as a child, but never very far. She knew some of the cave passages and tunnels and tried to trace some of them from memory. Maybe they would make it quite far like this, Ruchi worried. They were egging each other on without conserving any energy for the way back. An unnerving smile teased Zynrae's lips. The other dark elf was determined as hell not to be the first to turn back and lose, Ruchi realized, and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Ruchi's heart skipped a beat. Who knew what, or whom, they would stumble into down here. Legends depicted evil lurking below from when the foundations of this world were laid. Prayers started forming in Ruchi's mind. Prayers to the Little Light. The Dark Maiden. She wiped a tear from one of her eyes, and her lips formed silent prayers more rapidly. Protect us. Mostly from ourselves. Fuck.
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