On The Borders Of Safety

Tarnish barreled forward along the path, following its twists and turns to the opening of a large room. He skidded to a stop and peered through the darkness. There was something in that room. Something big. His ears flicked forward, picking up a shuffling type sound that he couldn't place. It wasn't like the paw steps of a larger predator but whatever was in there was definitely big. He crept closer as his eyes continued to adjust to the dim light. Inside the room was a massive, toothed worm. Shit…. well how the heck was he supposed to deal with this thing. What would even be the weak point of a worm? He didn't see a throat or anything he could target. Still, he wasn't going to back down from this fight.

Tarnish clung to the shadows, steeling his strength and setting his defenses. He looked to the guide who nodded. Right, time to do this! Tarnish sprang forward, bolting toward the worm like a living coil of shadow as he approached at an angle, seeking to dig his jaws into where he reasoned the neck ought to be, while hoping the angle of his approach would keep him out of the worm's jaws.


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