( Dean keeps his pace up. The further away from the chasm, the less like he feels like he's going to die. Unless he's already dead. Maybe that chasm is permadeath. Empty death. It was quiet. He makes no effort in trying to be stealthy. He doesn't comb through the forest and the snow with care. He's like a bat out of hell that makes it to the surface and keeps flying.
He hears a voice - one that echoes around him having been picked up by the trees.
Hand on the nearest tree trunk, he slows enough to listen again. Is this a trick? A trick to lure him back to the cliff. Is someone else here?
Making a choice, he stops, that stick at his side, gripped tight. He even lets himself catch his breath.
If only he knew what direction the 'Hey!' came from.
THE ENDLESS.
He hears a voice - one that echoes around him having been picked up by the trees.
Hand on the nearest tree trunk, he slows enough to listen again. Is this a trick? A trick to lure him back to the cliff. Is someone else here?
Making a choice, he stops, that stick at his side, gripped tight. He even lets himself catch his breath.
If only he knew what direction the 'Hey!' came from.
He'll wait, but not for long. )