Everest
Eyeless? (there isn't really time to give the creature's a good once-over), one of the worms turns toward Mateo, its teeth seeming to rotate in its mouth. (They probably aren't actually doing that, but in the retellings, Ever will absolutely swear that they were). Skittering backwards and doing his best not to trip over his own paws, Ever "Awhooooos!" again, pathetically, as he tries to put distance between himself and the slumber meat-canoes. Schluffing around in the mud, the second worm seems to heave its tail up and down in a gesture of fuck off (probably), as the first worm debates eating the boy and his dog.
Caked in mud, shaking, and with his hackles raised such that his spine looked distorted, Ever whines miserably under his breath wishing that he and Mateo had come up with a signal for do you think we can outrun them?, or perhaps even, can you make another spirit appear with raw meat to distract them? But since they don't, Everest simply looks up at Mateo, eyes wide and very blue with fear.
Caked in mud, shaking, and with his hackles raised such that his spine looked distorted, Ever whines miserably under his breath wishing that he and Mateo had come up with a signal for do you think we can outrun them?, or perhaps even, can you make another spirit appear with raw meat to distract them? But since they don't, Everest simply looks up at Mateo, eyes wide and very blue with fear.
If I told you that you'd do nothing with it
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
