To Hell and Back. [Closed]
@celestriangods
It was just a trip, partway up a chily mountain to view some flowers that bloomed in just the right conditions, and every few years. It was the perfect timing.
Dark curls peek out from beneath a beanie, Mune's hands rubbing together for warmth before gingerly taking a pair of gloves from a colleague. He gives a smile of gratitude before he's looking around, tugging the gloves on. They were setting up camp, and Mune was quick to get to work once his hands were warm, helping with tents and making sure they had a nice fire pit. They were staying for a few days after all, to set up cameras and watch the flowers bloom.
They were busy hiking about all day until about ten at night, and after dinner of some canned spaghetti, everyone was off to bed.
Well, sort of.
Mune was busy with a flashlight, quietly scoping out their surroundings and trying to see if he can find any plants that flower at night. Well, he did find something. But he didn't find it until a small draft causes him to smell something.. Unique.
His interest is definitely piqued, and he's going the opposite direction of the small wind, flashing the light along the ground of the forest to find the source. It's only when he finds it does he hold his breath. This was an entirely new species, and it smelled spectacular.
Carefully, he crouches down, brushing a gloved finger against a petal, before he reaches to gently pluck it.
The stem is coated in almost invisible barbs, pricking through the glove and snagging his skin. He hisses and drops it.
It's a split second before his visiom blurs, and he blacks out.
