LOREN
Gods, was there anything else that could go wrong? How many circumstances did he have to run into? What had he done to deserve these measures? All he’d done lately was try to help others. Instead he wound up in this ridiculous mess.
Incapable of hearing the movement of wings, due to the ear plugs, he had no notion of anything creeping up behind him (which, to be fair, was probably foolish when he still, yup, he checked, had a bull running after his form), until it hit him square in the back. Instantly brazen, and potentially fearing the worst (the bull’s horn? Something else aiming to pierce him?), he glanced over his shoulder, legs still pumping, while he paid no attention to his surroundings. Only to the bird. The siren might’ve been off in the distance, not entirely certain. His features were more attuned to the beast at his spine.
“Do you mind?” It was a bristling sneer, made on impulse and impetuousness, the rush of stress and apprehension laden throughout his months, weeks, and days lingering and spent on this damned world. Why had he even bothered to come back, when everything kept cycling back to his failures, to his ineptitude?
Incapable of hearing the movement of wings, due to the ear plugs, he had no notion of anything creeping up behind him (which, to be fair, was probably foolish when he still, yup, he checked, had a bull running after his form), until it hit him square in the back. Instantly brazen, and potentially fearing the worst (the bull’s horn? Something else aiming to pierce him?), he glanced over his shoulder, legs still pumping, while he paid no attention to his surroundings. Only to the bird. The siren might’ve been off in the distance, not entirely certain. His features were more attuned to the beast at his spine.
“Do you mind?” It was a bristling sneer, made on impulse and impetuousness, the rush of stress and apprehension laden throughout his months, weeks, and days lingering and spent on this damned world. Why had he even bothered to come back, when everything kept cycling back to his failures, to his ineptitude?
