MAEA
The crow left a trail of blood in its wake, dripping from a gash in one foot. It ducked and swerved around stalagmites and rock formations in blind faith that her memory would be reliable. As the thrum and rush of the blood fall grew fainter, a dull red light grew somewhere ahead of her. A tunnel exited out of the cavern, riddled with lava flows that caused the air to shimmer with heat.
More importantly, that path led to the surface. Winding serpentine bends angled up and up, sometimes so narrow that she could feel the draft of the clawlike hands swiping after her tail feathers. The sounds this creature made - it would haunt her nightmares for decades to come. There was no time to breathe, to think, no leeway to slow down or catch her bearings, because the moment she did Maea knew that she would die.
Beating her wings with terrified determination, the moment she caught sight of graying light the crow put on a burst of speed. Shooting out into the night beyond the tunnel, she sped high into the air, far out of reach - but rather than take off, she began to circle, watching the landscape for a sign of movement. There was always something edible in the Climb, and she was perfectly willing to let something else take her place at the dining table.
Perhaps some of those sheep she had found together with Danta?
Glancing down to make sure that her new companion was keeping up, Maea veered off and began to follow a long ridge, up to higher elevation like those she'd seen those black sheep before.
More importantly, that path led to the surface. Winding serpentine bends angled up and up, sometimes so narrow that she could feel the draft of the clawlike hands swiping after her tail feathers. The sounds this creature made - it would haunt her nightmares for decades to come. There was no time to breathe, to think, no leeway to slow down or catch her bearings, because the moment she did Maea knew that she would die.
Beating her wings with terrified determination, the moment she caught sight of graying light the crow put on a burst of speed. Shooting out into the night beyond the tunnel, she sped high into the air, far out of reach - but rather than take off, she began to circle, watching the landscape for a sign of movement. There was always something edible in the Climb, and she was perfectly willing to let something else take her place at the dining table.
Perhaps some of those sheep she had found together with Danta?
Glancing down to make sure that her new companion was keeping up, Maea veered off and began to follow a long ridge, up to higher elevation like those she'd seen those black sheep before.
Bleeding out for you
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