Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
His dogged focus on the Devil's Klaws had apparently caused a lapse in judgement as he heard the hiss of a snake too close for comfort. Freezing cautiously to prevent further disturbance, he whispered to Mittens quietly, "Maybe you should let the ladies know where I am? I don't want them to worry." It wasn't that he was necessarily in danger, but he needed a minute to figure out how he was going to lose his new entourage without killing anything not tainted by the Void.
Zavien didn't know how the evil hands were following him, since they didn't have eyes and their "legs" were practically rooted to the ground, but he knew that he didn't like it. How fast could they move? If he produced enough smoke, could he escape their notice? Were they scared of anything? The last question threatened to take him down into an endless pit of ideas, but Zavien decided to go with the easiest.
So he sprinted.
Before the snake could get any closer or the others could risk being noticed, he began zigzagging in a roundabout adjacent direction to the meeting place. His eyes scanned everything to keep from disrupting any more wildlife as his feet flew over roots and unstable grounds. Not wanting to get too lost (he was already starting to get disoriented by the identical trees and bushes), Zavien didn't travel too far before stopping to find an unoccupied bush to duck behind. With wide eyes that took in every movement and straining ears that listened for any danger, he sat and waited a moment to observe whether his first attempt had worked at losing the Devil's Klaws.
Zavien ran!
Zavien didn't know how the evil hands were following him, since they didn't have eyes and their "legs" were practically rooted to the ground, but he knew that he didn't like it. How fast could they move? If he produced enough smoke, could he escape their notice? Were they scared of anything? The last question threatened to take him down into an endless pit of ideas, but Zavien decided to go with the easiest.
So he sprinted.
Before the snake could get any closer or the others could risk being noticed, he began zigzagging in a roundabout adjacent direction to the meeting place. His eyes scanned everything to keep from disrupting any more wildlife as his feet flew over roots and unstable grounds. Not wanting to get too lost (he was already starting to get disoriented by the identical trees and bushes), Zavien didn't travel too far before stopping to find an unoccupied bush to duck behind. With wide eyes that took in every movement and straining ears that listened for any danger, he sat and waited a moment to observe whether his first attempt had worked at losing the Devil's Klaws.
Zavien ran!
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
