Dec 11 2017, 08:22 PM
Scarcely any attention was given to the great spider as the true mind of Xireidi reveled in having his body back, though of course it had been his all along. Like a newly emerged gembound thoughts raced here and there as to what to do with this life, where to live and how to establish himself as a presence to be looked upon with awe. Should he let it be known that the one who had stolen his body was no longer here, or should he slip into the fool’s role and take advantage of the good will it had doubtlessly attained? Should he keep this false name, this Xireidi, or should he carve out a new identity from the ether?
The wolf's inattention would be his undoing as the spider flipped and released a great burst of magic, flinging his body back a short distance. More devastatingly than that though the burst of pure magical energy disrupted the delicate recovery magic that was coursing through his body. In one second the body that was finally under his command again went limp and unresponsive to his commands. In one small second his rise to life was cut short and the walls of his prison began to close in on him. In one more miniscule second he would lose all hold on this world and fade in terror back into the void of nonexistence again.
The sounds of commotion flooded Xireidi's ears as he found himself lying on the cold stone floor of Polaris. His body was still tingling but the sickening feeling from the bird's attack had faded away to some degree. Not much time seemed to have passed as he was unconscious, all was not yet lost as the spider was sprinting toward but not yet at the spire.
"We have to stop it!" he cried out in panic as he scrambled to his feet and began to try to close the distance again. Why weren’t some of the others moving? Why did there seem to be signs of fighting among them? Did they not see the charging gait of a predator approaching prey in the spider's stride? Did they not realize just how much magic potential was in the spire? Why were the idiots just standing there?
The wolf shook his heads as jumbled thoughts continued to flutter about his consciousness. He was still not completely recovered, but that was no excuse to fail to act.
"The words I speak"
The thoughts I hold
And the self I keep hidden away
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