[ At the very least, he doesn't recognize the rest of those voices. He shuffles back, looking at the creature, then his position in relation to the door. It's not too far off... But there's no cover between where he's hiding and the creature's many eyes. He needs to create a distraction somehow...
He really does need to think of something quick. The ripple of gossiping flowers is starting to catch up with him.
Didn't you know? The bleeding heart is the least of his problems. He's already dead, and cowardice is what killed him.
Midnight picks up a stick from the dirt at his feet, aims, and throws it high and far, down the path toward the door. It's probably not an ideal move, but Midnight needs to find a new hiding place, somewhere where the flowers won't announce his presence... Maybe down the other path? ]
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He really does need to think of something quick. The ripple of gossiping flowers is starting to catch up with him.
Didn't you know? The bleeding heart is the least of his problems. He's already dead, and cowardice is what killed him.
Midnight picks up a stick from the dirt at his feet, aims, and throws it high and far, down the path toward the door. It's probably not an ideal move, but Midnight needs to find a new hiding place, somewhere where the flowers won't announce his presence... Maybe down the other path? ]