Kipp’s pursuer couldn’t do anything to force him to get out of the cave.
“I’ll wait. It’s a dead end, eventually you’ll have the sense to come back. I’ll wait, bird-boy.”
Torin hardly was aware of anything that had been happening.
Yelling, whips cracking, and the sound of pounding feet all reverberated in his ears. He hardly realized as he was suddenly shoved up the thin tunnel by Kipp, Fred, Chion, and Noah behind him.
He winced as dirt crumbled into his face, stumbling forward in front of the others in desperation to not be caught again. We'll get out, we'll get out... His eyes were excessively wide from the lack of light, wishing someone would've grabbed a torch in passing. He glanced back, seeing Kipp get caught by a guard, and he hesitated. "Wha--" He nearly began his usual bombard of talking, even in stressful moments, except he knew he had to keep running even if Kipp was in the process of being caught, so he did.
Chion stopped pulling on Fred's hand. It was a dead end? She tried to look back toward the entrance to see the face of the man who had spoken, but all she could see was a desperate Kipp completely blocking the small tunnel with his wings, arms, and feet anchored in the walls like a hook in a fish's mouth. What reason would he have to lie? Cold terror filled her chest, her senses suddenly reeling into overdrive, as her mind tried to find a way out. The smell of the musty damp earth pressed in on her, as though the walls had collapsed and the soil itself had filled her lungs.
"We're trapped here." She said her voice wavering as she placed a clammy hand on Fred's arm. Her wide eyes reflected what little light made it's way through the opening, gleaming in the darkness. "What if it gets narrower and we get stuck?" She shook her head, trying to communicate that she'd rather face the punishment, than be buried alive. "We have to go back." Chion pointed back toward the entrance where Kipp still stood.
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Kipp kicked his leg free of the hand that held him and pushed himself further in, quickly snapping his eyes shut to protect them from the cascade of soil that fell over him. He wiped a blackened hand over his face smearing it with mud and soot. "Keep going. They're not following us in here."