HuntedFox
*Knocking on Disaster's door*
James Sanderson
James stood frozen in front of the door, his uncertain gaze falling upon Luxu, who seemed... bed-ridden. The young man shifted uneasily, wondering what sort of a thing could injure something-, someone, so powerful.
The ghoul seemed to greet him rather welcomingly, inviting him to stay. James would have been lying if he said that the cookie didn't look tempting. It was food afterall, and it looked as if it could be saved for a later time. It might have even seemed like the young man was considering it, until the person in the other side of the room cheerily piped in.
James twitched slightly, turning his muted red eyes towards the figure, only stiffening in further shock. Much to his dismay, the stranger—although strange—wasn't as unfamiliar as he had wished it to be. He recognized it as the Wendigo whom he'd seen on two previous accounts; three, counting the glimpse he had on the way into the building. James took a deep, quiet breath, staying still as the man went on about... juice. In truth, He found it hard to hear what the Wendigo was saying over the blood roaring in his ears.
"No-, no, I..." He started, clenching his wrist—with his opposite hand—tightly inside his hoodie pocket as the man bared its threateningly sharp teeth. "I went through the wrong door..." He looked down at the juice, finding it hard to comprehend the thought of accepting something from the dangerous creature, never mind actually staying close to it.
- Infirmary
- Slightly panicked || Hot to Touch
- Ginko The Mushishi , Demonhunter
James stood frozen in front of the door, his uncertain gaze falling upon Luxu, who seemed... bed-ridden. The young man shifted uneasily, wondering what sort of a thing could injure something-, someone, so powerful.
The ghoul seemed to greet him rather welcomingly, inviting him to stay. James would have been lying if he said that the cookie didn't look tempting. It was food afterall, and it looked as if it could be saved for a later time. It might have even seemed like the young man was considering it, until the person in the other side of the room cheerily piped in.
James twitched slightly, turning his muted red eyes towards the figure, only stiffening in further shock. Much to his dismay, the stranger—although strange—wasn't as unfamiliar as he had wished it to be. He recognized it as the Wendigo whom he'd seen on two previous accounts; three, counting the glimpse he had on the way into the building. James took a deep, quiet breath, staying still as the man went on about... juice. In truth, He found it hard to hear what the Wendigo was saying over the blood roaring in his ears.
"No-, no, I..." He started, clenching his wrist—with his opposite hand—tightly inside his hoodie pocket as the man bared its threateningly sharp teeth. "I went through the wrong door..." He looked down at the juice, finding it hard to comprehend the thought of accepting something from the dangerous creature, never mind actually staying close to it.
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