03-05-2015, 12:29 AM
Hours passed in silence after that. Patrin didn't want to push this man, for fear of making him flee or attack. He needed to gain his trust, his friendship. This was what the pale haired man mulled over all the while.
Patrin stopped in his tracks when they neared a waterfall. The rushing of it, the pounding water and the pure energy it emanated, drew him like a moth to a flame. Thirst made him kneel down without thinking. He plunged his head under the cool river water and gulped down huge swallows. Tendrils wrapped around his head, tugged him down. Patrin flailed and splashed loudly, sending water everywhere.
What had attacked him? Only something truly dark and evil would have done so. Slime, mold, the feeling of oil atop water; this thing exuded such feelings like the brightest of stars, though only shadows lurked within, and without ... What an ugly sight! All teeth and jaws, jutting bones and gooey tentacled skin; Patrin caught the one glimpse of it before feeling sharp spikes digging into his skin. Clamping his lips shut, he tried to keep his breath within.
(time skip okay?)
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