With a start, Hexle saw Serra begin to press into the wall. He lunged as she began to be pulled into it, a light surrounding the pair and blinding him. His paw brushed up against something, but it was strange... warm.. It was wood. His paw was pressed up against something made of wood.
Moisture filled his nose, and he looked about, despite still being fairly blinded by the light. The ground was damp, but much to warm to be stone. The entire area smelled of greenery. His only conclusion was that he couldn't possibly be in the Caverns anymore. So where was he?
As the white spots clouding his vision began to fade, he took in his surroundings. A thick fog clung to the ground like a misty blanket. Sunlight filtered through the canopy of thick trees and it felt as though he could almost hear someone whispering in his ears.
He was in the Whispering Forest. How?
Hexle, the Concept Draculi
Only the moral have guilt.
Only the moral have guilt.
Birds chirped overhead as Hexle felt his paws sink slightly into the moistened ground. So he knew he was in the Whispering Forest, but not where in it. It did not bode well for him to be in such a situation. One who walked into the Forest needed a plan, and he had not had one, since he hadn't intended to be there.
He wasn't even sure which direction to begin in to head home, let alone find Serra Liune back in the Criass Caverns. Just how, exactly, had the runes on the wall put him here, anyway?
With so many questions, Hexle wasn't sure where to start. He supposed he should at least find out which direction to move in, so he eyed the tree in front of him, looking for the best method to climb it.
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(((If you'd like info on Hexle and his personality, you can find it in the first post of my pen. ^.^)))