The Unraveling - It Spreads
Yesterday, 12:04 PM
One moment, Gem is attempting to push Gypsy away from the worm. In the next moment, the worm is descending upon them. A scream rips from her as she scrambles out of the way. She attempts to grab onto Gypsy and drag her with, but the worm is far faster. One tendril whips down upon Gypsy, smooshing the old woman instantly as if she were the bug beneath a paw. Shock radiates through Gem. Hopelessness surges as she fights down the bile rising in her throat. Blood and gore drip from not only her own injuries, but from the death she just witnessed. They were all going to die, weren't they? Tears threaten to fall as she turns to the worm. How dare it kill so senselessly? She had tried to befriend it! Why couldn't it just be NICE? A fury that Gem had never felt before built up from her toes into her garbled mind. None of it made sense anymore. If they couldn't run from it, couldn't fight it, what were they supposed to do? Her eyes frantically look around, shooting up toward the ceiling where the sound of someone scratching catches her attention. Huh? Was that a familiar voice? "Down here!" Gem calls, hoping the wolf can hear her through the thick ice they stood beneath. When her gaze retreats to the worm she faces, she begins to see the shimmering viscous liquid that drizzles from its wounds. Was that a weakness? Did they just need to continue harming it until it oozed out all that gunk from its body? There wasn't anything else left to try, was there? Frazzled, looking around wildly, she sees a large chunk of ice. Okay, that was a possibility. Racing across slick ice, she skids as she grasps the sharp chunk of ice between her jaw. Pain was nothing to her in that moment. Barely able to see through the blood smeared across her eyes, Gem charges forward. Aiming to stab the beast with the chunk of ice in an already open wound, she hopes that tearing the wound farther would help quicken its death. |
Hematite, Gem's Mastiff, is always with her unless stated he isn't.