It’s been at least two months since he started brooding in this overgrowth of life that he’d created. He’d inherited a dangerous rage from his mother, and like her, it often had side effects on the island. In his case, if he sat in one place for too long, life would build up, and everything around him would grow at a rapid pace. It had only taken half a day for him to be surrounded by a deep forest, trees and bushes stretching high above him.
It was, at least, a good way for him to calm down. He could have gone to Serara for happier times and cuddles, but with his anger turning his words poisonous, it probably wouldn’t have been a good idea. He didn’t want to say anything he might regret..
He probably could have left a month ago to see her, again. It had, originally, been his plan to do so–especially after he’d received a Valentine’s card from her.. He should have left that very day to spend time with her, but..instead he sat in his overgrowth, holding the card close and swooning from time to time.
Finally stepping outside, today, he was greeted with an upsetting sight. One of the residents had released swarms of mechanical creatures, who were firing explosive lasers at anything that fell in their sight. He feels his heart sink to his stomach, and he dashes off, swatting down and crushing any of the creatures that flew too low, to the best of his ability. She should still be on Keanu, as long as nothing had happened to her, yet. He had to get to her, quickly.
“SERARAAA!”
“Willow Spirit!”
There are too many bats to hold off forever, and even though she’s doing her best trying to control how many get in range of her, one of the machines manages to swoop in - past the writhing vines surrounding her trying to take down enemies - and shoot a laser right into her back. She’s a high level, and it doesn’t do as much damage as it would have if her body was real, but it still hurts, and shaves down her health by about one tenth.
If she’s not careful, she doesn’t know if she’ll make it out alive.
Serara barely hears the voice, but she’s missed it for so long, she had wanted to hear it for so long that her ears immediately tune in to the shout, and she turns- she’s grateful that she didn’t put the shriekers down like she had planned, or she would never have even noticed him approaching.
Before she has time to think, she’s dashing away from her protective vines, trying to dodge incoming lasers as she races towards where she had heard her boyfriend’s voice.
“SAOL!”
