The Choice - Brian

Enyo’s gaze hardened as she watched Brian’s form tumble over the edge, his end coming far too slowly for her taste. For what she intended. The tragic scene left a sour taste in her mouth, but a sudden sensation shot up her snout before she could fully process it.

The worm was slick and squirming, burrowed deep into her nostril, its cold, slimy form sending an immediate shiver down her spine. It burned her nostrils as it dug. Enyo jerked her head back, trying to shake the thing loose, but it was too late. The creature had already begun its journey down her nasal passage, its unnatural wriggling stirring a deep unease in her. She began to cough and sneeze over and over in an attempt to get it out but to no avail.

Her heart pounded as panic flared for the briefest moment. The sensation of something foreign inside her body repulsed her, but her mind quickly latched onto one singular thought: Erebros. He would know what to do. She needed to get to him.

Immediately.

"Foberos, Atromitos," she barked, her voice sharp with urgency as her tail flicked in irritation. "Fly ahead. To Erebros. Now." She didn’t wait for them to respond, her instincts taking over. Enyo’s gaze remained distant, her body stiff as she could already feel the worm’s presence inside her, moving with slow, deliberate force. Her chest tightened with both disgust and dread.

She could feel it crawling deeper still, and a low growl rumbled in her throat. She was no healer, and this was beyond anything she could handle alone. The thought of wasting time waiting for the birds’ return, however brief, gnawed at her patience.

Erebros, she thought again, a grim determination filling her as she moved to leave the cliffside. Her body taking off at top speed in the direction of home.

--exit

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