Haunted Wood ⁠—so you can't crawl no more,

She came, she went. Drifting closer — but he didn't see. There was a sound from behind him, the breath of someone across his back like the touch of fingers against his spine, and he moved swiftly to counter it. Or, rather, he felt as if he moved quickly; the lazy momentum of his roll felt much stronger to Revui in his current state, but he was in fact moving quite slowly, comically so. As he rolled to his back he felt the press of the earth against his spine and it felt good, it felt right; but then he realized, in that slow and dim way people realize things when they're inebriated, that his belly was exposed. That... That wasn't right. That was a show of weakness, of submission.

He tried to keep moving; his limbs flailing a bit like a cockroach flipped on its back. The misted blue-green of his eyes catches on a pale shape hovering so close — a face? Her face. There was nothingness around it (he could not focus on her well enough to see that she was masked) and those eyes, red like blood. As Revui's momentum catches up to him and he rolls to protect his belly, a flailing paw reaches for those eyes — but feels a rush of air instead. She moves quickly, like a spirit. His own reaction time is limited.