ORIGIN

Silence over the line as Khavur walked.

What have I--

It didn't want to think about it. Or anything. Not after-- it just didn't want to. But repressing all thought was difficult for anyone, especially someone with two brains. The large-horned head would maintain a steely grimace and a straight line of sight while the attention of the small-horned head would wander... fearfully wearily.

It didn't want to think about itself, or what had happened-- so it just thought about the other person affected. Or the other people. Maximus...

Khavur had wanted, for some part of this journey, to be alone, since it had rarely ever had such an opportunity. Now it was seeing... well this was only trial one-! But it needed-- it didn't need-- Maximus, Maximus, Maximus, Maximus. We will be butterflies. Khavur couldn't do that alone...

It stared down the pitch black-whiteness of the tunnel. It was impossible to tell how far it really was using basic sight, but Khavur remembered from the first trip that, when uninterrupted, it didn't last too long. Wouldn't it be dangerous to run in here? Dangerous for Khavur, especially, being... everything it was.

Something within ached for the violence of motion, however. Perhaps it was barn sour. Perhaps it was NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO--

Khavur readied itself. If it hit a wall? So be it. It had to get out of here.

Somehow it was making it through quite alright! Kind of a marvel. Khavur wasn't great at sensing cold, obscured walls. Its eyes weren't built to see through mist, its heat-sensing pits were for detecting temperatures that weren't uniform, and its magical sense was only really useful for seeing other life. Walls weren't alive, they were all cold, and, again, the mist was strange and unhelpful. So, in essence, getting through at a hastened pace without hitting anything was all luck.

It opted to continue, letting luck carry its weight. This was way too risky, but Khavur didn't care. Didn't want to think about it. The focus on getting through this tunnel distracted it from where it was coming from, and somehow that mattered more.

Once it tripped a bit, nearly hit a wall, Khavur slowed somewhat, but still pressed forward as if in the shadow of a frenzy. Soon enough, it was out of the black and white.