#☽◈‧͙ ⁺ ˚❛ sanct event : expansion.

[sunpiercer]

Idleness is unbecoming of warriors, the clarion call of a fundamental shift in the ecosystem ( birds scattering from the canopy, flora shuddering—a chill condensing to sweat on the back of the neck ) rushing his feet to rush headfirst into the foray. Though only a few days since he first arrived to this strange forest in complete confusion & alarm, the duty to answer aid wherever he can is indiscriminate, leading him towards the source of the tremors.

This is where he stands now: head craned skywards to the towering mountain, then back down to an earthen maw spewing ominous fog. With minimal effort, his vision enhances & attempts to pierce through the brume. Past the lights, grazing the statues, & just as he believes himself capable of perceiving the other end, his observations hit their limit, stopped by what feels like a subtle pressure behind his eyes. He dares not chance it at the moment. Lips pull taut, shoulders descending with a disappointed exhale.

His head turns quickly when contemplation ( resolved to march into the unknown ) is cut short by the rustling of grass, grip on his bow loosening when met with another. Arjuna nods politely, cutting straight to business, making a vague gesture towards the cave.

❝Greetings. I suppose your guess is as good as mine regarding this peculiar turn of events?❞

@infernalire

[sunpiercer]

He's broken a number of statues already, accustomed to gods granting him all manner of strange trials in acquisition of worth. Countless times he's had to face & come to terms with the demons festering in his heartwounds ( long is the bloodtrail behind him, of brother & foe alike ), countless more where he almost lost to them. Chief among the specters in the fog is the one person he wishes never to face again in this existence and the one before.

❝Again you stand in my way...❞ he mutters to himself, eyes narrowed in tried attempt to see past the denseness, then sighting an unfamiliar figure approaching. ❝—!!❞ In a singular, fluid motion, he nocks Gandiva and aims it at the silhouette, eyes wide & trained. While his beloved bow might not possess its original strength blessed by prominent flames, it is not as if he required the divine to earn a score of carcasses.

That is, until he relaxes his pose, arrow held idly between his fingers as one would a pencil. He senses no immediate danger and admittedly feels bashful that confronting familiar specters elevated his awareness to paranoid degrees. With a bow of his head, he clears his throat to speak.

❝Ahem... Apologies, for pointing my weapon towards you. It seems spending far too long here has affected me more than it should. Perhaps it would behoove the both of us to return to the entrance.❞

@enchcntment