Fang Talks

The heart is the strongest muscle.
14 06 14

Caves, p94

I should’ve written this earlier today, but let’s try to bulldoze through and see where we end up. (previous)

The wyvern was anxiously shifting left and right. ‘Not a good idea?’ Mitchell asked when he noticed. ‘He sort of had it coming though.’ He paused, not sure if he wanted to know what Andrea would’ve thought about it. ‘Andrea might’ve found it justified as well.’
A loud noise echoed through the chamber. The creature was scraping its claws on the floor. It seemed uneasy. Hesitating? It was slowly crawling closer to Mitchell, who was slightly alarmed but didn’t intend on fleeing. He got up though when the wyvern suddenly closed a lot of distance. ‘Woah. What’s the… What’s the idea here?’ It rested its body on the floor again, and nodded its head backward. When Mitchell didn’t respond, it tapped its arm against its torso twice and nodded again.

‘You sure this is okay?’ Mitchell slowly came closer. Step by step. He had the idea the wyvern wanted him get on its back. ‘We can trust each other, right?’ When he got close enough, he laid a hand on the wyvern’s arm. The scales felt slightly rough, but still smooth enough to comfortably stroke. Moving his hand back in the opposite direction hurt a little bit. He didn’t mind. Using the arm as a ladder, he climbed up. Though the wyvern’s back wasn’t very high, he had some trouble lifting his own weight up. His ride compensated by tilting slightly.

After some hassle, Mitchell had positioned himself between two spikes on the wyvern’s back. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but at least he could sit relatively stably. ‘So, what now?’ he asked, signaling he was ready to go… for whatever the wyvern had in mind. Mitchell briefly flinched when it effortlessly lifted itself from the ground, and started crawling into the caves.

Damn that feels like such sloppy writing. Oh well, at least it gets the plot moving. (next)
~ Fang


  • 16/06/2014 (4:13 PM)

    Nah, that wasn’t sloppy. Like Mark said, that was good description. I’m just surprised he didn’t have to “bronc bust” it like one would with a wild horse… but then again, I don’t think Mitchell’s poor ass could handle that much bouncing around on spikes…

  • 16/06/2014 (1:03 PM)

    Nah that’s good descriptive writing man. Keep at it. Now for Mitchell and the Wyvern to go stomp all over Welhaven. Or fly up to the surface.

    • 16/06/2014 (2:24 PM)

      Don’t forget the gemergy density out there is, for some reason, way too high to deal with, even if you are adept at controlling it.

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