Emberflame Ridge I let you eat me alive

The man snaps his jaws through the cave's narrow opening and Turmeric sinks deeper into the crevice he's crammed himself into. In the light that filters around his assailant, Turmeric can't see any way out except by the way he entered and he swallows. Maybe he's come back to the Wilds just to die after all.

His face is made wet by the spit that flies from the man's snapping teeth but that's really all that reaches him. At least he'll be safe for a little while as he figures out a plan of escape... or figures a way to negotiate his way out of this mess he made for himself.

Turmeric watches in huddled silence through the noise of his assailant's raucous snarls. There is a gleam to his eyes that provokes a memory long pushed away, and an oddity to his tongue that he's sure is familiar: it's black, after all, and his eyes, a hellish red. He's the picture of a demon if Turmeric believed in things like that.

He won't bite. "Yeah. Right." He can't help the nervous laugh that punctuates his own words, and he mumbles "bet you'll just swallow me instead."