Crozier chokes back another sob as he listens to the gnashing teeth and wide maw snapping shut, paying witness to the indescribable horror of one of their own being eaten alive. The laughter follows, a mocking, disgusting thing, the fear ebbing, but the horror and slow onset of sorrow remaining.
He waits for the footsteps to return, head lifting to listen for the telltale sounds of the Darkwalker seeking its next victim. One hadn’t been enough the last time, its hunger almost insatiable with the amount of their number it had massacred. He listens for those signs they’re being stalked again, willing his heart to slow, knuckles turning white from the intensity of his grip. He can barely breathe for the stillness, but one moment drifts into the next and then again into the next.
It’s moved on. The sky is still green, but the world no longer seems to yield entirely to its influence. The fear is still fresh and raw, but he can feel that in a moment it’ll move back into an afterthought - lingering as much as the gnawing of hunger or thirst or cold might in their minds and bodies.
But oh, someone’s died. Someone’s gone, and it could be absolutely anyone. The Darkwalker had seemed to head towards the lake - Harry and Thomas are out there, the young girl, Ruby, Wynonna, possibly Edward too. He pulls his left arm back to dab at his eyes, working through the catastrophic loss that they now might face. He doesn’t let go of Raju though, needing him right where he is, wanting that reminder that he’s made it through and this isn’t some hallucination.
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Crozier chokes back another sob as he listens to the gnashing teeth and wide maw snapping shut, paying witness to the indescribable horror of one of their own being eaten alive. The laughter follows, a mocking, disgusting thing, the fear ebbing, but the horror and slow onset of sorrow remaining.
He waits for the footsteps to return, head lifting to listen for the telltale sounds of the Darkwalker seeking its next victim. One hadn’t been enough the last time, its hunger almost insatiable with the amount of their number it had massacred. He listens for those signs they’re being stalked again, willing his heart to slow, knuckles turning white from the intensity of his grip. He can barely breathe for the stillness, but one moment drifts into the next and then again into the next.
It’s moved on. The sky is still green, but the world no longer seems to yield entirely to its influence. The fear is still fresh and raw, but he can feel that in a moment it’ll move back into an afterthought - lingering as much as the gnawing of hunger or thirst or cold might in their minds and bodies.
But oh, someone’s died. Someone’s gone, and it could be absolutely anyone. The Darkwalker had seemed to head towards the lake - Harry and Thomas are out there, the young girl, Ruby, Wynonna, possibly Edward too. He pulls his left arm back to dab at his eyes, working through the catastrophic loss that they now might face. He doesn’t let go of Raju though, needing him right where he is, wanting that reminder that he’s made it through and this isn’t some hallucination.