fly on

Charon decided to try and make his way down, at least by a little bit, to see what the falls looked like from the bottom. This had seemed like a good idea up until the point he actually started doing it; his body protested, the wounds still sore and his muscles stiff from the exertion. He made it some ways down and looked up at what he had travelled down so far.

When he looked down again, Charon suddenly noticed a familiar shape. The hairs at the back of his neck pricked up; not so much because he cared little for his uncle, but because his uncle was one of Dante's followers. His shoulder and back still displayed the ugly wounds that Dante had sown, and the rest of his body was not without its marks (although they would heal in time) at the moment.

The young Beta simply observed his uncle, keeping a close eye on him to make sure that he wouldn't do anything stupid. Tail lashed tensely behind him as he could no longer quite enjoy the scenery, absorbed into his caution.