Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190815034318/@comment-33229352-20190817035353

Ishmael made a frustrated noise and slid into the pit. Immediately, the Bushbeast tried to stomp on him. The god moved with surprising agility, using the vines crisscorssing the ground to propel himself onto the creature's back. It roared and shook itself violently in an attempt to dislodge him. This only seemed to strengthen Ishmael's resolve. He raised his hand and the vines responded. grabbing and pulling at the Bushbeast to bring it to the ground. Once there, the vines crossed its body and sank into the ground, effectively pinning it into place.

Ishmael made his way up to its head. It continued to growl and tried to snap at him, but was having difficulty moving thanks to the vines. The deity placed his hands onto and shut his eyes, trying to establish a telepathic link to it. Immediately, a white-hot bolt of pain seared across his mind. He fell backwards with a harsh cry, clutching his own head.

The crow tilted its head and hopped down from its perch to stand at the edge of the sinkhole.