Monday Maunderings.

[agilebrit]

It's an expansion of the paragraph I posted yesterday.

He wasn't alone out here.

He skidded to a stop on the slickrock, bristling. Three sets of red eyes glowed at him out of the darkness; whatever they belonged to was seriously huge and had...no scent? Okay, officially freaked out now--he came out here for peace and quiet and was apparently going to get neither.

"Do not fear."

My ass, he thought as the things came closer. His nose still didn't pick anything up. It was like they were made from the same stuff as the surrounding terrain, which couldn't be right. Until they came closer, and he saw that it was.

He'd seen the petroglyphs around; you couldn't throw a rock anywhere in Moab without hitting one. He hadn't realized that the Anasazi people had been carving the pictures of horned creatures wearing their hearts on the outsides of their chests from life. The goblins of Goblin Valley were apparently real, only they weren't small, blue, or prone to nose-picking accidents. And holy shit, no wonder they were worshiped as fertility gods.

He wondered if he could outrun them. Their legs were short in relation to the rest of their bodies, but that didn't mean they didn't have some kind of superpowers. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised, at this point, if they could freeze him where he stood and eat him at their leisure. Because that was the kind of year he was having.

This was one more trauma that he did not have fucking time for. No matter how much he wouldn't mind dying, he owed it to Janni to not give up just yet. He decided that fighting was stupid under these circumstances, and he'd rather die by his own hand than by whatever these monsters had in mind for him. He turned tail.

"We will not harm you."

Glowing red eyes and hands that could engulf his head and crush it with no effort whatsoever. He bet the thing told all its meals that.

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