Osozo
The Spire was a setting of awe and tension both for Osozo, hundreds of years worth of memories of it as a prison gifted to them, but only the husk remaining to actually investigate. They had had a conversation with their sister in the base of it, but a conversation was not the same as an exploration. It was why they returned now, more brightly coloured than that last visit, but still cautious.
For the most part, it was empty. There was still evidence of what had once lived within it's walls, where there were still walls, but nothing really interesting. It was disappointing, really. Still, the Demi-god kept climbing, wanting to see the view from the top if nothing else. And, good thing they did, or else they might have missed whatever lurked at the top, making quiet noises.
"Helloooo?" They sing songed up the last flight of stairs, not wanting to catch whatever was up there off guard.
For the most part, it was empty. There was still evidence of what had once lived within it's walls, where there were still walls, but nothing really interesting. It was disappointing, really. Still, the Demi-god kept climbing, wanting to see the view from the top if nothing else. And, good thing they did, or else they might have missed whatever lurked at the top, making quiet noises.
"Helloooo?" They sing songed up the last flight of stairs, not wanting to catch whatever was up there off guard.
Now this is where I'm meant to be
