Peter
As the net closed around the bird, Peter felt a surge of triumph. Stumbling Rory had slowed him, but not by enough to matter. Running backwards may have posed an issue, but Peter was sure he could easily outpace his opponent forwards. He wold even be in a position to catch the bundle, which was suddenly bird free, much to his combined relief and confusion. His hunch about it being magic had proven correct, but now he was left wondering what next?
What next turned out to be a beast, something Peter had never encountered in his own world, and hadn’t wandered enough to see in the wild in Caido. Animals never liked him, and this one looked like it didn’t like anything. Peter slowed, his footfalls growing uncertain. What was he supposed to do? He wasn’t going to get by the bear, there was no chance.
The lead he’d gained on Rory was all but gone now, he could hear the other man but didn’t dare look behind him. A split second idea came to him, born of desperation. As Rory passed him, Peter started running again, keeping the other man between him and the bear.
It wasn’t enough. The bear growled as Peter came close, and even with the buffer of Rory Peter felt safer keeping a distance. He watched with a frown as the other mans fingers closed around the fabric, but nodded approvingly when he was looked at. ”Clever.” Peter complimented genuinely, gesturing vaguely at the pasture.
What next turned out to be a beast, something Peter had never encountered in his own world, and hadn’t wandered enough to see in the wild in Caido. Animals never liked him, and this one looked like it didn’t like anything. Peter slowed, his footfalls growing uncertain. What was he supposed to do? He wasn’t going to get by the bear, there was no chance.
The lead he’d gained on Rory was all but gone now, he could hear the other man but didn’t dare look behind him. A split second idea came to him, born of desperation. As Rory passed him, Peter started running again, keeping the other man between him and the bear.
It wasn’t enough. The bear growled as Peter came close, and even with the buffer of Rory Peter felt safer keeping a distance. He watched with a frown as the other mans fingers closed around the fabric, but nodded approvingly when he was looked at. ”Clever.” Peter complimented genuinely, gesturing vaguely at the pasture.
I don't wanna live that way
I do not wanna live in pain
I do not wanna live in pain
