As they take off, it seems everything is coming together as planned. Erik's muscles tensed, ready to chase off after the deer. Head lowered, ready to push off the ground with damn near explosive speed. Ready, heart pounding in his chest, taking off what should be a heartbeat after Clove--
Until he's not.
The persistent rain had left the ground soft and muddy beneath their feet. As Erik had tried to push off, Clove was going ass over tea kettle. Gasping, scrambling, and then neither could remain on their feet. "Jävlar--" Both slamming into the ground hard, coming down with an almighty thud. The air knocked from his lungs for a moment, he was left panting, fighting to collect his breath. Aching. The boy is a tangled heap on the muddy ground, trying to catch his breath before he can even think about disentangling himself. Ow.
"Speech"
Warning: posts from this character often involve body horror.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
