the burial grounds were a somber scene, tarnished by wstuff cheekshered stones and venerable gnarly groves. it stood out as a godforsaken environment that the brute did not favour. it was reasonably dreadful to dwell any longer, whatever had laid here, whatever dwelt in the paranormal atmosphere had left the brute aghast. but he was not fleeing. perhaps, past the rotten, moss-blanketed graves the brute could reach an end to this necropolis. and get across such a direful expanse of land to wherever his destination was. though as he meandered further through the area, his hackles bristled the moment a throaty snarl hurled in the air inducing his throat to close and his figure to swirl toward the source of the noise.

it was then when an outline of a figure was seen, the pair of luminous irises that emitted in the dingy nightfall made the brute cast a snarl of his own. he convoking up his boldness to oppose this outlander. to represent his assertiveness to whoever abode there. but since the brute did not move, the opposer did.

and as they inched, as the leisure swishes of irises got closer and closer, the brute was able to pinpoint the outline of a canine. specifically, a dame. her snarls that previously were grumbling and indicating clear cues of aggression lowered in volume and the voice in her throat emanated. ‘’who are you?’’ her tone was softer and more inquisitive than confrontational. and it made him tilt his figure as his belligerence diminished too. but he was still wary of her and her intentions of this sudnest changeover.

‘’i’m sabazios..from the northside—i travel occasionally,’’ he answered her truthfully and averted his gaze from her deep-set face toward her figure and her physique, dissecting her without wording much out. but it was clear that the dame was not much interested in his answer and more curious as to why a lonesome brute was in this repellent area.

‘’right..but why enter this area? don’t you know the tales...the folklore?’’ the dame interrogated him as if he had known all of the tales uttered. he was just an austere wanderer who coincinesttally had to pass this area to continue his odyssey. but apparently, that was not enough. ‘’i certainly apologize, i am not from around these grounds and i was simply passing through. i do not know much about this boneyard.’’ with a mere bob in contrite, he caught how the damsel sneered at his response, clearly all disgruntled. it made him irritated that all of his responses were not benefiting enough and that regard was just biased.