[she does catch onto his thoughts, so it's good that they're on the same page. wanda will trust his use of magic to keep the maze lit, for she cannot trust entirely that her magic may not be a beacon for creatures unknown.
better him than her, either way, as she keeps track of the distance between the two of them and whatever lurks in the dark, trusting him to lead the way, only to find that he's stopped. circling around him reveals what he's seen, the mound of rotting corpses, and wanda does well to cover her mouth and nose with a hand. two options nowβto turn back and hope not to run into whatever has been tailing them, or see if they can maneuver forward.
βno matter, the choice is quickly made for them, for the mound starts to move, what was once considered a mound of individual rotting corpses actually a whole entity in and of itself. it raises itself, using the hands and feet of the once-bodies, groaning under the weight of it all, fitting tightly against the narrow path they're on, a giant maw, distended as it gulps for air, moaning in pain, hands in every stage of decomposition clawing at the walls.
wanda raises a hand behind her, a glow of scarlet on the palm of her hand, ready to encapsulate this horrid creature in swathes of magic and shut it up for good. except there's the pinprick of chills on the back of her neck. she turns her head in time to seeβ hundreds of glazed-out eyes on her, formed beneath the tendrils of a monster that hugs at the walls, all too close for comfort.]
I got this one.
[she casts her hex back at the creature behind them, then floats just out of the way to avoid being caught by one of the tentacles. don't fly too high, she knows that. there's also no telling for how long her magic will respond accordingly, so they just need to get the hell away from all this.
and while the corpses help the blob-like figure with the huge mouth move around awkwardly, it expels some of the corpses to make itself smallerβand these come to life, rushing towards them.]
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better him than her, either way, as she keeps track of the distance between the two of them and whatever lurks in the dark, trusting him to lead the way, only to find that he's stopped. circling around him reveals what he's seen, the mound of rotting corpses, and wanda does well to cover her mouth and nose with a hand. two options nowβto turn back and hope not to run into whatever has been tailing them, or see if they can maneuver forward.
βno matter, the choice is quickly made for them, for the mound starts to move, what was once considered a mound of individual rotting corpses actually a whole entity in and of itself. it raises itself, using the hands and feet of the once-bodies, groaning under the weight of it all, fitting tightly against the narrow path they're on, a giant maw, distended as it gulps for air, moaning in pain, hands in every stage of decomposition clawing at the walls.
wanda raises a hand behind her, a glow of scarlet on the palm of her hand, ready to encapsulate this horrid creature in swathes of magic and shut it up for good. except there's the pinprick of chills on the back of her neck. she turns her head in time to seeβ hundreds of glazed-out eyes on her, formed beneath the tendrils of a monster that hugs at the walls, all too close for comfort.]
I got this one.
[she casts her hex back at the creature behind them, then floats just out of the way to avoid being caught by one of the tentacles. don't fly too high, she knows that. there's also no telling for how long her magic will respond accordingly, so they just need to get the hell away from all this.
and while the corpses help the blob-like figure with the huge mouth move around awkwardly, it expels some of the corpses to make itself smallerβand these come to life, rushing towards them.]