[ It's a collection of Yeahs that comes as a singular agreement, a pause, and then more thinking taking place in the span of a couple of seconds to lead to the further agreements taking place. Like Gorgug responded without thinking, and then actually thought about it.
As if Gorgug would ever do that.
But he does have bugs on the mind now, which is kinda bad. He's deliberating on if bigger bugs are better than a collection of smaller bugs, since the part that Gorgug dislikes is their small size and quantity, and how they get anywhere and everywhere. It's not a beautiful mind palace up in that head of his right now, when those straightforward thoughts take a turn into cramped spaces, heavy breathing, and memories of how it felt like when he couldn't move when going forward inside the Nightmare Forest.
They're vivid, more vivid than they have been in a while. This is what this place makes him want to go through again: it wants him to break and beat him down like he's already had done to him before, just to prove to some force that he belongs here, fighting for his family. It wants to chew him up and spit him break out, and no part of this train of thought reminds Gorgug of ever coming out on the other side--how he met Fabian in the forest, a light at the end of a very dark tunnel.
Right now, Gorgug doesn't remember Fabian next to him as they walk, whose hand he's holding. The trees distort in his vision, look a little strange; not like the Nightmare Forest, but somewhere else. Somewhere--
The sky above seems a little darker, the canopy of the trees blocking out sunlight from view. Rustling of wind through the trees is dying down, despite a chill that's present in the air, that tickles at Gorgug's face. The area is quiet, initially; but then there's a whispering, a whimpering--a shriek from somewhere far off into the distance in the direction they're walking, and it's calling back to him a place he doesn't want to think about. He refuses to make the connection.
To Fabian, he sees nothing different: the forest is already an eerie, haunting place they've found themselves in without it needing further changes. But Gorgug is quiet, save for the sound of his breathing. Nothing unusual for the half-orc...
...but his grip on Fabian's hand is beginning to tighten the longer they walk, and he isn't looking at Fabian.
And he eventually stops, saying nothing, not even if the other speaks, looking off somewhere else. ]
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[ It's a collection of Yeahs that comes as a singular agreement, a pause, and then more thinking taking place in the span of a couple of seconds to lead to the further agreements taking place. Like Gorgug responded without thinking, and then actually thought about it.
As if Gorgug would ever do that.
But he does have bugs on the mind now, which is kinda bad. He's deliberating on if bigger bugs are better than a collection of smaller bugs, since the part that Gorgug dislikes is their small size and quantity, and how they get anywhere and everywhere. It's not a beautiful mind palace up in that head of his right now, when those straightforward thoughts take a turn into cramped spaces, heavy breathing, and memories of how it felt like when he couldn't move when going forward inside the Nightmare Forest.
They're vivid, more vivid than they have been in a while. This is what this place makes him want to go through again: it wants him to break and beat him down like he's already had done to him before, just to prove to some force that he belongs here, fighting for his family. It wants to chew him up and spit him break out, and no part of this train of thought reminds Gorgug of ever coming out on the other side--how he met Fabian in the forest, a light at the end of a very dark tunnel.
Right now, Gorgug doesn't remember Fabian next to him as they walk, whose hand he's holding. The trees distort in his vision, look a little strange; not like the Nightmare Forest, but somewhere else. Somewhere--
The sky above seems a little darker, the canopy of the trees blocking out sunlight from view. Rustling of wind through the trees is dying down, despite a chill that's present in the air, that tickles at Gorgug's face. The area is quiet, initially; but then there's a whispering, a whimpering--a shriek from somewhere far off into the distance in the direction they're walking, and it's calling back to him a place he doesn't want to think about. He refuses to make the connection.
To Fabian, he sees nothing different: the forest is already an eerie, haunting place they've found themselves in without it needing further changes. But Gorgug is quiet, save for the sound of his breathing. Nothing unusual for the half-orc...
...but his grip on Fabian's hand is beginning to tighten the longer they walk, and he isn't looking at Fabian.
And he eventually stops, saying nothing, not even if the other speaks, looking off somewhere else. ]