Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190909034609/@comment-36159587-20190924035219

"Well, what do you want to do, be here forever?" the deity demanded quietly. Just the thought filled him with apprehension; enough apprehension for him to just as quietly punch the wall and make a tiny crack appear in it.

The deity had been unnerved. He thought he recognized the life presence of whatever 'new' prisoner there was being taken here, and he knew whomever meeting him wouldn't help him any at all. Cucumber, Dust, the Wolf, whatever it called itself now; it was no ally of his. It had tried to kill him more than once, and he wasn't going to let it foil his plans. Or at least he wouldn't just let it do so without a struggle of some sort.