The Leviathan Witch Project | Job | Enola, Hakumi, Sinon

A nauseating feeling assembled within his stomach, distinctly due to the overwhelming fear that emitted from him as he morally fastened his quaking hands to the back of Enola, shunning the will to let go. Mentally he chanted for the uncanny and shadowy environment to dissolve into the misty air, praying that it could so effortlessly be conveyed into reality if he continued on with wishing so. But, regardless of his wishes, they never seemed to be delivered to him when he aided them the most, and therefore, desolated him caged in his fragile emotions. 

No sound liberated from the vague wood-land, thick branches and lengthy plants masked the eyes that mutedly lurked alongside the mages, stalking it's hopeful prey. Not that any of them were mindful enough to consider the possibility of something pursuing with them, vieled by shadows of expressional regularity. But, an abrupt shiver creeped up his spine, nearing his shoulders with a sudden jerk as the icy breath curled against his ear, urging him to stop, including Enola. "D-D-D-D-Did a-anybody hear t-t-that?" his voice came out immensely frightened, gentle features paling, shade vieling over the upper half of his face as his crown hesitantly steered to peer over his shoulder. There was nobody there, which additionally made him both relieved and unrelieved, golden gems barely readying the invasion of tears.

But, before he could even brace himself, the boisterous scream of his partner made his entire frame falter back in suddenness, tumbling into the thickness of the woods as what he anticipated to be flat land, but, regrettably turned out to be a very sheer hill. Gravity took it's firm embrace on Sin, generating him to stray from balance as he descended firmly onto his back, rotating downward through plants, rocks and other objects of discomfort till he landed presicely against the root of a grand tree.

"O-Ow..." his body shuddered as he casually opened his eyes, decreeing himself in an entirely alien-like location than the trail he had hoped to expose before. The trees parted, causing a hefty opening to where he could at least observe the lengthy grass and cool mist that pooled the area he was within. For a brief moment, Sin only felt the pain that coursed throughout his body, veins pulsing within his flesh as he was instantly reminded of things he never wanted to witness again. And then, fear. Tears overflowed within his golden jewels, tumbling down his now murky cheek-bones as he only infered that this would settle all his problems. 

Little did the youth know, was that he were the object the shadow desired to enclose within it's grasp. Already flawlessly situated within it's plan to kill as it unraveled through the grass like patch of raven smoke, and casually toward the crying male.

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