Thread:Swampcloud51/@comment-38701854-20190327032132/@comment-36159587-20190330200913

Galaxian stopped for a moment just to remind himself to continue breathing, and to listen to what was going on.

From what he was hearing...there was quite a lot of sound from all directions. Just not outside--yet. After all, it was a hideout, and they couldn't risk having a huge army outside patrolling, could they?

That meant he had to get out, and fast.

He hated the fact that this was underground. It blocked off his sense of coordinates and direction, though on the other hand, it might have also just been his current state.

He also knew that Vixey could smell his scent--as strange as the scent was. He tried rubbing some dirt on himself, in addition to all had already fallen on him--but just like the mentioned, it didn't stick, or even actually touch him.

Great, he mumbled to himself with a grimace, as he continued moving.