[ The creatures, if they have sense and sensibility, will do what Lan Wangji cannot and negotiate a clean, steadfast exit. They will flee, at hard pace, flee unknown, flee without a glance behind them.
...a part of Wangji is cowardly enough to wish he might pursue them. Opportunity denies itself to him. He is stranded, visibly and without recourse, beside this monster of a man who thaws only enough to suggest he will not progress in the agony he has inflicted on all creatures who yet bear working ears. ]
We shall not. [ Few certainties in life run more resolute than this. Fewer still compel Lan Wangji to act and move like lighting bolt, step light, breezy, unstoppable. He nods to be followed, delegating a row of the shrines that want, beneath their empires of dirt, a full and thorough and sullen inspection.
Cobwebs lick at his hands, scratched slate. He sees only... foxes, more canines, the bloody, cursed creature. Does not groan, but contains within himself the instinct. ]
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...a part of Wangji is cowardly enough to wish he might pursue them. Opportunity denies itself to him. He is stranded, visibly and without recourse, beside this monster of a man who thaws only enough to suggest he will not progress in the agony he has inflicted on all creatures who yet bear working ears. ]
We shall not. [ Few certainties in life run more resolute than this. Fewer still compel Lan Wangji to act and move like lighting bolt, step light, breezy, unstoppable. He nods to be followed, delegating a row of the shrines that want, beneath their empires of dirt, a full and thorough and sullen inspection.
Cobwebs lick at his hands, scratched slate. He sees only... foxes, more canines, the bloody, cursed creature. Does not groan, but contains within himself the instinct. ]
You spy the bird?