Blackfeather Woods the radio station disappears, music turned into thin air

relmyna gave no clue her resolve had withered, and so, iliksis noticed nothing as he ducked his head underneath the grim opening of a tunnel. around him dirt crumbled and dessicated roots hung from the ceiling and drug along his grey pelt. he did not like the tunnels and was struck by the strange sensation he was being strangled of air and light. it felt as if the earth were swallowing him.

it was his first time in this ethereal portion of the territory; as she stepped into a cavern and light spilled around them he hung back, his dull eyes scanning the vicinity. a shadowed realm pooled by empyrean blues. a canopy of stalagmites like closing fangs around them. underneath this narrow crook of blackness and damp earth they were two denizens of the deep, and the earth closed around them in cold embrace.

he looked from her to the stone, wondering then (or when) if she would soon turn her fangs upon him.