"Yeah, but I don't want it to be enjoyable," Fox pants as he wades after Talyson to what he sincerely hopes is the exit to a tunnel exploration that is quickly becoming nightmarish. "It should be a really unsatisfying fuck." Scowling and already feeling the burn in his calves and lower back as they begin to fight their way in an upward trajectory, he clutches the terrarium all the closer against his chest, because if he loses the thing now, there will absolutely be hell to pay.
Tal and Boreal manage to make their way out first, and the glass box quickly follows them, Fox shoving it to the side on the sand, before finally - blessedly managing to haul himself into the open air. Throwing himself in the opposite direction of the encroaching tide, for a few moments all the hunter can do is try to catch his breath, his clothes soaked, his boots filled with seawater and sand.
"You couldn't pay me," he blurts in response to the idea of doing it again, Fox reaching up to grab at a bit of seaweed and pull it out of his hair. "Pretty sure that claustrophobia added to the list of fears I have, too."
Tal and Boreal manage to make their way out first, and the glass box quickly follows them, Fox shoving it to the side on the sand, before finally - blessedly managing to haul himself into the open air. Throwing himself in the opposite direction of the encroaching tide, for a few moments all the hunter can do is try to catch his breath, his clothes soaked, his boots filled with seawater and sand.
"You couldn't pay me," he blurts in response to the idea of doing it again, Fox reaching up to grab at a bit of seaweed and pull it out of his hair. "Pretty sure that claustrophobia added to the list of fears I have, too."
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
