At the time Sabra’s scowl had evoked a bright toothy grin from Valerie who appeared to take some delight in being able to cause a brief sort of mild aggravation like an itchy sweater. After she’d wasted her burger for nothing, it seemed like a fair consolation prize. Now she was the one scowling, as the demoness stopped to declare they were exactly where they needed to be. Really, she couldn’t have said they were close before they were on top of it?
Valerie sighed, rolled her eyes, and set the backpack down. She took out one of the flashlights, clicked it on, then sat it on top of the bag to give them a better view of the hole Sabra had already started. The blonde joined in with relative ease, unbothered by the sailing dust and clumps of dirt showering over them with each toss of the shovel. In fact, she hummed to herself, a ghost of a smile curving her lips at the corners. Minutes passed before Sabra struck rock and announced they’d found what they were looking for. Well, a makeshift grave meant no excavation of the bones, the trowel had been a wasted purchase.
Hands worked with Sabra’s as the blonde cleared the top, an odd sense of pleasure felt at being able to touch what they’d been looking for. Valerie was ready to grab the shovel to wedge the lid off when the brunette hit it so hard the clang echoed like a gunshot and the stone shattered to bits. Impressive, the blonde had to admit, though all she said was, “I declare this the perfect time for a water break.” Then hopped out of the two foot shallow grave to rummage for a bottle. She’d just finished half, re-capped it and tossed it to Sabra with a gentle, “Here.” When she saw it.
Green eyes widened, Valerie froze for no more than a second before pointing incredulously, “It’s still alive Sabra?! You said this thing was dangerous!” And all she had was a shovel for protection. In the middle of nowhere. With a demoness she currently confronted. “You never told me it would still be moving!”
It was safe to say, as the thing began to get up, that it was for all intents and purposes still very much dead. Chunks of stone rattled and fell out of bones as it emerged with a shake. Valerie peered into the darkness behind half closed lids, torn between wanting to see and pretending it didn’t exist. Fear of the unknown won out in the end and she picked up the torch to send the bright beam of light into the grave. Dull grey bones looked akin to prehistoric, teeth still intact were viciously long and no doubt just as sharp. Talons much larger carved a path in the dirt as it climbed free and then it turned to look with large empty eye sockets at Valerie. Who stood gawking at the other side of the hole.
“Sabra? What’s it...”
Valerie’s whisper trailed off as a long skeletal tail swung from side to side, then stopped. It hit the ground with a thump, much like the flashlight that fell from the blondes fingers.
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At the time Sabra’s scowl had evoked a bright toothy grin from Valerie who appeared to take some delight in being able to cause a brief sort of mild aggravation like an itchy sweater. After she’d wasted her burger for nothing, it seemed like a fair consolation prize. Now she was the one scowling, as the demoness stopped to declare they were exactly where they needed to be. Really, she couldn’t have said they were close before they were on top of it?
Valerie sighed, rolled her eyes, and set the backpack down. She took out one of the flashlights, clicked it on, then sat it on top of the bag to give them a better view of the hole Sabra had already started. The blonde joined in with relative ease, unbothered by the sailing dust and clumps of dirt showering over them with each toss of the shovel. In fact, she hummed to herself, a ghost of a smile curving her lips at the corners. Minutes passed before Sabra struck rock and announced they’d found what they were looking for. Well, a makeshift grave meant no excavation of the bones, the trowel had been a wasted purchase.
Hands worked with Sabra’s as the blonde cleared the top, an odd sense of pleasure felt at being able to touch what they’d been looking for. Valerie was ready to grab the shovel to wedge the lid off when the brunette hit it so hard the clang echoed like a gunshot and the stone shattered to bits. Impressive, the blonde had to admit, though all she said was, “I declare this the perfect time for a water break.” Then hopped out of the two foot shallow grave to rummage for a bottle. She’d just finished half, re-capped it and tossed it to Sabra with a gentle, “Here.” When she saw it.
Green eyes widened, Valerie froze for no more than a second before pointing incredulously, “It’s still alive Sabra?! You said this thing was dangerous!” And all she had was a shovel for protection. In the middle of nowhere. With a demoness she currently confronted. “You never told me it would still be moving!”
It was safe to say, as the thing began to get up, that it was for all intents and purposes still very much dead. Chunks of stone rattled and fell out of bones as it emerged with a shake. Valerie peered into the darkness behind half closed lids, torn between wanting to see and pretending it didn’t exist. Fear of the unknown won out in the end and she picked up the torch to send the bright beam of light into the grave. Dull grey bones looked akin to prehistoric, teeth still intact were viciously long and no doubt just as sharp. Talons much larger carved a path in the dirt as it climbed free and then it turned to look with large empty eye sockets at Valerie. Who stood gawking at the other side of the hole.
“Sabra? What’s it...”
Valerie’s whisper trailed off as a long skeletal tail swung from side to side, then stopped. It hit the ground with a thump, much like the flashlight that fell from the blondes fingers.