"What is it doing?" Shaw started to ask as it began smearing its mucus across the unhatched eggs in great blobs. Then he raised a hand. "You know what? Never mind. I don't wanna know." Some things were just better left to the unknown. This was definitely one of those things.
At Elidan's answer the teenager would drag the still unconscious poachers over to one of the mounts and heave them across the creature's back until they were stable enough to ride. He had worked up a sweat by the time he climbed atop his own mount, and the combination of body odor mixing with were-worm mucus was, to put it mildly, extremely unpleasant.
Eventually the group would deviate from the were-worm carved tunnels and enter something more human. It was smaller, cruder, cut into the earth by machinery. This was how the poachers had made the trek back and forth between the were-worm tunnels and the surface. It sloped gradually upward until it came out in the middle of a field. The surface. The glorious surface. Shaw breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully all this fresh air would help cover up how badly he smelled.
When Elidan and Shaw had descended into the tunnels the sun had been setting. Now it was rising. It was a new day, and hopefully the worst of this assignment was behind them.
"You know we've done nothing illegal, right?" the animal handler snapped, mostly talking to Elidan. "There's no laws about poaching worm eggs. The local don't even believe they exist. They think they're just a story." @LouJoVi
At Elidan's answer the teenager would drag the still unconscious poachers over to one of the mounts and heave them across the creature's back until they were stable enough to ride. He had worked up a sweat by the time he climbed atop his own mount, and the combination of body odor mixing with were-worm mucus was, to put it mildly, extremely unpleasant.
Eventually the group would deviate from the were-worm carved tunnels and enter something more human. It was smaller, cruder, cut into the earth by machinery. This was how the poachers had made the trek back and forth between the were-worm tunnels and the surface. It sloped gradually upward until it came out in the middle of a field. The surface. The glorious surface. Shaw breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully all this fresh air would help cover up how badly he smelled.
When Elidan and Shaw had descended into the tunnels the sun had been setting. Now it was rising. It was a new day, and hopefully the worst of this assignment was behind them.
"You know we've done nothing illegal, right?" the animal handler snapped, mostly talking to Elidan. "There's no laws about poaching worm eggs. The local don't even believe they exist. They think they're just a story." @LouJoVi