Deepwood Weald to cut away the mountains i've made

The first thought that entered Marruz's mind when the canyon that was Moath's jaws split open was, oh, shit, I'm going in. And then, oh, hell no. This is not how it's going down. And finally, Meldresi... Why have you forsaken me?

He pinned his ears back, closed his eyes real tight for a moment, and... waited... and... waited... and, finally, one eye opened. And the monster was literally angling himself. It was like an alligator attack but in slow motion. And Marruz only watched at that point; astonished and ashamed for the brute, but also a bit flattered that he was an appetizing guy.

When he realized the IQ of the fella going anaconda-style, Marruz emit a low growl and — damn those fangs are huuuuge — he capered nimbly out of reach. As much as he liked toying with the big, mountain of death, he figured it was time to quit while he was ahead. Quietly, he slipped into the shadows; morphing into the pool of darkness with little more than a small huff of carbon for goodbye.