Post by Wepon on Oct 31, 2012 22:44:36 GMT -5
Rontu. "They say that his ghost still haunts these very caverns..." The fox anthro's southern twang bounced off the walls of the encroaching slabs of rock around them, green eyes flickering dully in the lantern-illuminated light. "And if y'listen' close enough, y'can even hear th' rocks fallin', buryin' his form quicker than a jackrabbit outta a trap!" A laugh echoed around the area, grin beyond toothy as he looked back at the tour group behind him. Oh how Rontu loved this time of year. The Shady Caverns were notorious for their seasonal tours. From the winter wonderlands the caverns were transformed to in December, to the shrieking mess it was currently garbed in now. It was the only chance he got all year to venture down into the drop in the largest room in the caverns, about a football field long. The path itself was even deeper than they were right now, a good 150 feet deep from floor to ceiling and stretching on for about a mile or so. The lights of the Big Room above had been dimmed, giving way to eerie, subtle lighting on each formation that stunted the walls. Rontu cared not for the recent tales of 'earthquakes'. Just tremors, his old pappy had said, owner of the caverns and the current partriarch of the long line of Muntz who had discovered the family business. As if in response, the floor seemed to shiver beneath his paws, the shaking intensifying for all of a few minutes before it subsided. The male whirled around on his heel, grinning toothily. "They know we're here, pardners."
Travis Skeltz had decided to start his Halloween with a bang. By going on the scary haunted cavern tour the scary tour guide who gave him and the other tourists a toothy smile that was just plain scary. At first it had not been so bad. But as he moved deeper with the group following the tour guide he felt a feeling of dread. It was as if there were monsters and ghouls looming over his head. And he found himself curious as to just who it was that haunted the caves. He would slowly raise his hand to the tour guide. "Um...Mister who exactly is it that haunts these caves and why?" He was not really familiar with the caves history himself.
:was honestly, ridiculous. The tour was as cheesy as could be, somewhere between Swiss and Gouda. But honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way. The man's question made him spin on his heel, shoving his paw outwards and making the light within the lantern tremble and flicker like it was a ghost itself. "That's a mighty fine question, partner!" Rontu chuckled, ears pointing upwards nearly like horns. "Y'see, back then, this place used t' be hidden." He nodded, matter of factly. "In fact, ah'm one of the descendants of those who found this mighty fine cavern system." Grin almost turned sour, condescending, nothing like the male's true persona. "But somethin' happened when they found it, lookee here, see?" He gestured to the end of the cave dramatically, where the path stretched on into darkness. "It caved in. That's why we're not allowed to send visitors down here." He held up a paw dramatically, as if harking the tolls of death and decay. "But once a year, in the month of October, we like to bring folks like you down here. To retrace the steps of my old great-great-granpappy Muntz, who died discoverin' the Shady Caverns..." The floor rumbled once more, undulating under their feet as easily as jelly. It was there where Rontu grew fearful, the horrid quaking continuing on for longer this time, reaching fever pitch before pausing suddenly.
Travis Skeltz had decided to start his Halloween with a bang. By going on the scary haunted cavern tour the scary tour guide who gave him and the other tourists a toothy smile that was just plain scary. At first it had not been so bad. But as he moved deeper with the group following the tour guide he felt a feeling of dread. It was as if there were monsters and ghouls looming over his head. And he found himself curious as to just who it was that haunted the caves. He would slowly raise his hand to the tour guide. "Um...Mister who exactly is it that haunts these caves and why?" He was not really familiar with the caves history himself.
:was honestly, ridiculous. The tour was as cheesy as could be, somewhere between Swiss and Gouda. But honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way. The man's question made him spin on his heel, shoving his paw outwards and making the light within the lantern tremble and flicker like it was a ghost itself. "That's a mighty fine question, partner!" Rontu chuckled, ears pointing upwards nearly like horns. "Y'see, back then, this place used t' be hidden." He nodded, matter of factly. "In fact, ah'm one of the descendants of those who found this mighty fine cavern system." Grin almost turned sour, condescending, nothing like the male's true persona. "But somethin' happened when they found it, lookee here, see?" He gestured to the end of the cave dramatically, where the path stretched on into darkness. "It caved in. That's why we're not allowed to send visitors down here." He held up a paw dramatically, as if harking the tolls of death and decay. "But once a year, in the month of October, we like to bring folks like you down here. To retrace the steps of my old great-great-granpappy Muntz, who died discoverin' the Shady Caverns..." The floor rumbled once more, undulating under their feet as easily as jelly. It was there where Rontu grew fearful, the horrid quaking continuing on for longer this time, reaching fever pitch before pausing suddenly.