After clearing his throat, "Then what are you?" Theogo simply and boldly inquired in a plain shaky voice. Listening to his voice, it is a given that fear was lightly compounded with it. The feeling of being at home was now just and only a mere chronicle to him.
The fistful-in-size crawling light emitting insects on the walls started to dim down and as well adding more to the already creepy feeling skulking in the atmosphere. Seconds accumulated but Theogo never got a response from the Dragon-like creature; Actions were speaking to him more than he believed words could do at the spur of the moment.
The silent monster slowly grew tentacles from its back which were in number around seven to eight, but how could Theogo really count them right as they kept on swaying from left to right and vice versa? Theogo looked bewitched at how those tentacles were swaying swiftly in the air — A part of him liked how they looked when moving.
