we_dont_fly: (we don't fly)
Tars Tarkas, Jeddak ([personal profile] we_dont_fly) wrote 2015-07-30 02:42 am (UTC)

Sola takes a left turn before they get to the main building, leading them into a warren of dark hallways. The walls are half carved stone, half hewn directly from the mountain itself. The voices here are different, too.

He can hear Tars talking, laughing. And a bunch of odd snarling noises. "Oh goddess no! You've bitten my arm off! I am dying!"

Sola pulls back a leather doorway and gestures Edgar through. The Thark Jeddak is in the middle of a wide dirt floor, surrounded by -- young Thark. The largest among them is no more than three feet tall, and they're absolutely mobbing the warrior, dragging him down to the floor.

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