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◣Decaying leaf litter crunched under the impressive weight of the sharklike creature, his slate-blue hide nearly blending himself into the grey barks and timeless boulders scattered across the winding paths of the cursed forest. Bruce had nearly began to lose any sense of time. Had it been an hour- two hours- since the last time water had graced his skin? His semi-terrestrial form and set of strong lungs allowed the usually aquatic creature to survive for a sufficient amount of time outside of any source of water. Even so, it wasn’t the most comfortable of situations.
The Cetus let out a frustrated growl, kicking aside a stone with his webbed claws, the talons like meathooks slicing through the soft dirt as he tread. Follow the Forest River. Simple as that, and he had somehow diverted to the wrong inlet, and gone straight into the darkness of Mirkwood.
Gone were the stars from his sight, even as darkness fell across the woods. Never could his sight reach past the encompassing canopy which had previously choked the light of the sun, and now the stars. Thus, no bearings could the Cetus follow.
Bruce was about to retrace his footsteps when the snap of a twig diverted his attention and his twenty-foot long body held still.
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