The Tangle i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company

He stared wide eyed through the gnarled shrubbery and prayed someone would burst through them. But there was no one nearby to hear his pleas. Hyacinth had just escaped death and he found himself in it’s jaws again.

A high pitched whimper came from him as he struggled to pull himself up. No matter how much he tried he just couldn’t seem to get a good enough grip on the ledge. Struggling only made things worse. He could feel himself slipping, and maybe he would’ve fell if had not been for the sudden aid.

Hyacinth barely saw the flash of silver, only felt his teeth grab hold of his nape. He was pulled up and away from the ledge. When he had finished stumbling forward, Hyacinth stood with his back turned from the edge. His legs shook and his breath was heavy.