The white sheep of the family
Loren had been more than a bit overwhelmed by the sheer amount of preparations necessary for Fiat Lux. While he was happy to help, he also found himself incredibly drained. So, as he often did when he needed to recover, he sought out one of the wild and out of the way places of the Hollowed Grounds.
The Labyrinth came into being soon enough. However, almost immediately after stepping foot in the place, a squirrel poked its head over one of the hedges. It chattered at him for a moment, before words fell from its lips. "Follow me!" His eyes widened at this latest bit of Caido weirdness, before shrugging and heading deeper into the maze. Unfortunately, the squirrel decided to follow, apparently delighted at his intrusion.
"Follow me! Follow me! Follow me!" It kept up the pestering. Worse, though, was that its cries attracted more of its kind. He could feel a headache building as "Yes!" and "No!" and more "Follow me!" got added to the chorus. Finally, his headache got so bad that he halted. Spinning, he watched as one of the fat squirrels, bolder than its compatriots, hopped forward to meet him. Kneeling, he held out his hand. "Yes! It hopped onto his palm.
Then he shifted into a honey badger and lunged, sinking his teeth into it. "Yes!" It came out as a scream of pain this time, and its fellows scattered at this shocking display of violence.
The Labyrinth came into being soon enough. However, almost immediately after stepping foot in the place, a squirrel poked its head over one of the hedges. It chattered at him for a moment, before words fell from its lips. "Follow me!" His eyes widened at this latest bit of Caido weirdness, before shrugging and heading deeper into the maze. Unfortunately, the squirrel decided to follow, apparently delighted at his intrusion.
"Follow me! Follow me! Follow me!" It kept up the pestering. Worse, though, was that its cries attracted more of its kind. He could feel a headache building as "Yes!" and "No!" and more "Follow me!" got added to the chorus. Finally, his headache got so bad that he halted. Spinning, he watched as one of the fat squirrels, bolder than its compatriots, hopped forward to meet him. Kneeling, he held out his hand. "Yes! It hopped onto his palm.
Then he shifted into a honey badger and lunged, sinking his teeth into it. "Yes!" It came out as a scream of pain this time, and its fellows scattered at this shocking display of violence.
Will blood tell
