Mar 26, 2015
+ 6
The air felt thinner, an odd silence hanging around the area. Its shoulders pulled up, working the plank as its claw rang out, as if to compel the silence to yield whatever results were sure to be nearby. Despite how calming it may have been, as compared to the usual hustle and bustle, Trauma felt more compelled than usual to double its efforts. Was He more worried about intruders than He’d been before? Did He expect faster results, a quicker solution to the problem? With a low grunt that almost resembled a pained moan, it yanked again upon its bindings, putting more effort into the search.
