Urushihara followed without question, obedient to his lord despite his constant complaints within the apartment. Every now and then there was a rustle as he crossed or uncrossed his arms or shifted his wings in discomfort. Before long, the forest was pitch black. A normal human would not have been able to see their hand in front of their face. There was one source of unease that came from Urushihara himself; his eyes seemed to glow violet with a light that gave no light, his pupils a slitted glimmer in their centers.
"I feel heavier and heavier with every step, man. What'll we do if we even find a source?" And was there one? The deeper they went in, the more Urushihara began to suspect that there was no true source of magic. If possible, the forest itself was just plain evil.
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Date: 2015-10-15 06:22 am (UTC)"I feel heavier and heavier with every step, man. What'll we do if we even find a source?" And was there one? The deeper they went in, the more Urushihara began to suspect that there was no true source of magic. If possible, the forest itself was just plain evil.