Golden Moths He knew better then to get distracted by golden butterflies. Nothing good can come from getting close to such creatures. This world likes to make things difficult by using what should be the most innocent of creatures to do its bidding. So of course he gets caught by the butterfly and the light that occurs when he crosses paths with it and another trench resident.
He covers his eyes but its too late. The deed is done...and when he opens his eyes he stares at himself. He glances down at the body that is not his own and then sighs. "Sorry about this. But I suppose we have no choice but to deal with it." He just doesn't know if it is one of those times when he has to find the answer to breaking the change or if it is one that will wear off on its own.
Dogs It had to be dogs...He was out collecting specimens in the forest when the barking started. He felt that stiffening of his back and every muscle in his body tightening with fear. The one thing he fears more then anything else is around him and that is a terrible problem to be faced with.
He can't move. He can't even turn around to look at what is inevitably coming closer to him. His breathing has caught in his throat and with each bark he feels his heart sinking lower in his chest. "Get up...get up...get up..." He keeps repeating these words to himself, desperate to get his legs to work. He needs to get out of this place.
Slowly his body starts to listen and he stands up straight. He turns his head to glance behind him and as soon as he does he ca see the dogs. Zombie dogs...of course...creatures he could easily control if he had the mental strength to do so. But the fact that they are dogs just throws all his ability to function out the window.
He needs to get out of here...somehow. But he also knows that he is quickly being surrounded. This is bad...
Wei Wuxian | The Untamed | Darkblood
He knew better then to get distracted by golden butterflies. Nothing good can come from getting close to such creatures. This world likes to make things difficult by using what should be the most innocent of creatures to do its bidding. So of course he gets caught by the butterfly and the light that occurs when he crosses paths with it and another trench resident.
He covers his eyes but its too late. The deed is done...and when he opens his eyes he stares at himself. He glances down at the body that is not his own and then sighs. "Sorry about this. But I suppose we have no choice but to deal with it." He just doesn't know if it is one of those times when he has to find the answer to breaking the change or if it is one that will wear off on its own.
Dogs
It had to be dogs...He was out collecting specimens in the forest when the barking started. He felt that stiffening of his back and every muscle in his body tightening with fear. The one thing he fears more then anything else is around him and that is a terrible problem to be faced with.
He can't move. He can't even turn around to look at what is inevitably coming closer to him. His breathing has caught in his throat and with each bark he feels his heart sinking lower in his chest. "Get up...get up...get up..." He keeps repeating these words to himself, desperate to get his legs to work. He needs to get out of this place.
Slowly his body starts to listen and he stands up straight. He turns his head to glance behind him and as soon as he does he ca see the dogs. Zombie dogs...of course...creatures he could easily control if he had the mental strength to do so. But the fact that they are dogs just throws all his ability to function out the window.
He needs to get out of here...somehow. But he also knows that he is quickly being surrounded. This is bad...
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