Fishblight Mire screa[m] (1996)

The appendage reached towards him, it's surface covered in the grime that swam below. He watched the mud drip from it, falling not very far before joining the surface with a sickeningly wet sound before being absorbed below. It was then that the boy stared for a moment, dark gaze glued to sparing parts peeking through, calculating all possibilities of what may happen from venturing down. 

As he took step down[size=small] [/size]his gut clenched, the awful feeling coming back two-fold. Ikaros knew to trust such an impression, it had never steered him wrong. 

He didn't have time for other's issues. What he sought was not here.

Exit.