LOCKE
Five, huh? Well then. A flick of the tongue and he's slithering off, winding his way between rocks and crevasses. He is a tad out of season for this area, the bright blues of his scaling standing out against the duller rocks. It's fine though. He has an idea. Not a good idea but an idea nonetheless. The snake begins to wedge himself under rocks, burrowing his way into little openings until he finds himself deep in the rocks. Hopefully she won't be able to find him here, in their little fucked up game of hide and seek.
The goal here is simply to get as far away from sharp claws until she's far enough away for him to slither back out. The rocks are cooler here as well, less likely to burn his delicate scales. Something between excitement and fear floats along the bond. C'mon kitty cat, do your worst. He really should stop taunting the Voice's demigods.. Maybe another day.
The goal here is simply to get as far away from sharp claws until she's far enough away for him to slither back out. The rocks are cooler here as well, less likely to burn his delicate scales. Something between excitement and fear floats along the bond. C'mon kitty cat, do your worst. He really should stop taunting the Voice's demigods.. Maybe another day.
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
