[And onward they go. Part of Wolfwood feels vindicated- they aren’t seeing this fog that Elsword kept warning them about- but he knows better than to say that when the foreboding feeling the forest gives off is honestly worse than any malevolent fog could have been. In this way, the threat is unknown, unperceived, and thus difficult to fight back against.
That said, that doesn’t mean Wolfwood’s grip isn’t right on one of the belts he uses to hold up his cross, currently still bound as it is when he travels. He’s mastered the art of freeing it from its bonds within seconds, assuming that unseen threat ever comes.
He watches as Vash touches one of the trees, a pit forming in his stomach. Again, when you’ve never seen trees before, especially not an entire forest…it’s more than a little foreboding.
His grip tightens, the leather strap groaning in his fist, yet Wolfwood stays his hand and his tongue as they press forward. For now.]
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That said, that doesn’t mean Wolfwood’s grip isn’t right on one of the belts he uses to hold up his cross, currently still bound as it is when he travels. He’s mastered the art of freeing it from its bonds within seconds, assuming that unseen threat ever comes.
He watches as Vash touches one of the trees, a pit forming in his stomach. Again, when you’ve never seen trees before, especially not an entire forest…it’s more than a little foreboding.
His grip tightens, the leather strap groaning in his fist, yet Wolfwood stays his hand and his tongue as they press forward. For now.]