The patrol swam through the now reddish waters of the great lake, the giant pike trailing behind them like a macabre banner, its sightless eyes observing the procession with an almost haughty stare as it was carried along in their impromptu victory lap.
Q'uagnun, swimming in place a short ways off, observed the ordeal with the mask of sternness that his office required at such displays. Inside, however, his mind ran back over the events of the past few moments with a mixture of feelings.
All but one of the soldiers had charged furiously at the giant pike, with no hesitation and that look of battle-lust that Q'uagnun knew well in their eyes.
All but one of the soldiers struck fiercely at the fish as it writhed, almost crawling over each other to make their mark on the beast.
All but one.
Kakkek'Zraa, one of the younger recruits and thus slightly smaller, was the one that intrigued Q'uagnun. When his brothers-in-arms charged, he hesitated. When his patrol mates crowded around the pike to dispatch it, he stayed at the back, clawing forward with less enthusiasm. And when the creature was finally slain, he moved back into his preferred place, out of sight and out of mind of the others. Minor movements that might have been lost on a less experienced commander, but Q'uagnun's learned eyes saw it all.
This was to be Q'uagnun's newest disciple. Of that, he was certain.
He was only disappointed that more of the recruits did not qualify. At least, Q'uagnun thought as the patrol moved along its route, the citadel will more heroes to look up to. And indeed, the boisterous warriors who had fought the pike would prove to be perfect candidates of the populace's approval, and would certainly have their memorable feats inscribed and told to the newer generations. Well, perhaps they'd be bettered somewhat by creative poets or scholars, but who can really say what was truth and what was fiction, once enough years have passed?
Kekkek'Zraa moved along with the rest of the phalanx as they progressed once more along their route, never suspecting the intense consideration being placed upon him.
Farther north, the expedition continued to follow the twisting pipe, although in which direction they were unsure. One's facing and location soon fade in such environments, and although this would normally distress the researchers (or most anyone, for that matter), they had become entranced by their little world. The world that went only in two directions, and even then not for sure. For what world could possibly lie in the blackness outside of the moonfish's glow?
Thoughts of the citadel, of their families, and of the world outside that little sphere of dancing light, started to fade as the party moved ever onwards through the tunnel, the hypnotic patterns of light cast on the walls showing all the world that the researchers would ever need comprehend.
[OOC] This would've been so much easier if I'd started in a damn sea... I'm running out of interesting things that might live or grow in this puddle I'm currently sitting in.
I was planning on founding a new citadel in that lovely little space that's opened up recently, and just leaving the current citadel as a sort of pilgramage, but I'm having a hard time finding a way of getting settlers from point A to point B, without just holding their breath and sprinting. Now that would be something to see.[/OOC]
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