The Unraveling - Going Deeper

Its maw gnashes as the wolves’ attack and a yearling is there one second, gone the next. Blood sprays across the ice, forcing steam into the air as hot and cold collide and the smell of death fills the cavern. Entrails dribble from the side of the worms slitted maw, like a long piece of spaghetti not yet pulled up and into someone’s mouth. The sight is not disgusting to Ezekiel, since the Saxe have lined their own borders with rotting hides of predators and wolves and often leaves the scent of death on their own hides. However, rage burns hot in his veins.

How dare this stupid, unthinking creature take the life of a wolf!

Before he can move, the colorful pelt of the quilled man his sister loves catches his attention and he watches as the Raider gets speared from behind, the crunch of bones and the arch of blood that accompany the act telling the man all that needs to know. Well. Shit. Now he’ll have to go home and tell Ely that the dick died to a crazy crystal worm. How truly selfish of that guy! Snarling in anger, the sound of the ice overhead shifting pulls his duel-toned gaze up to the ceiling and he sees the growing spiderwebs of cracks, burgeoningly admitting (silently) that the idea seems to be working.

Fuckin hell. Everything just wants to prove him wrong today!

Scowling, he quickly glances around, spying a yearling, who is setting up a trap of jagged ice shards in the hopes of… wait, does that kid think they can get it to come out of the hole and wiggle around to impale itself on their haphazardly set trap? Grow up kid. Still, it does offer him the perfect opportunity and he does his run-hop to them, snagging a shard from the snow which he quickly then sends hurtling toward the crystal incrusted worm. As soon as he has let one fly, Zeke reaches for another, readying to throw more and smack the kid away if they try to stop him.

Sorry, not sorry.


"Ezekiel Saxe"