thoth
we spend all our time running for our lives, going nowhere

Years of running from bullies had taught Thoth a thing or two about speed and dexterity, but he still found it impossible to keep up as Tristan charged ahead, cutting a straight path through the trees. Thoth wove his way around them, generating tight-packed, spinning globs of water which he hurled bluntly at anyone who got too close in a blue uniform. By the time he skidded to a halt next to his friend, who had paused to scan the terrain, the forest floor was already beginning to resemble a swamp in places. Thoth accidentally splattered Tris’s legs with mud as he pulled up next to him.

“Just got here.” He admitted, leaving out where he’d been and the incident with the guard and the river. Right now, talking was for the transferral of need-to-know information. “I don’t – uhh – ”

He’d been watching over Tristan’s shoulder, keeping an eye on his blind-spot. For a moment, Thoth’s expression made it evident that he’d forgotten the battle. His jaw slackened for a half-second and then immediately tightened up again, eyebrows raising briefly before knitting together in a characteristic look reminiscent of his former carer, Joel. A cloaked figure had emerged from the shadow of a tree just behind them, the gleaming metal scythe in her hand a sharp contrast to the muted tones of the forest behind her.

“You two should go.” Aura advised, studying them both with tight lips and penetrating blue eyes.

“So should you,” Thoth retorted shortly. Aura gave a very light shrug, causing the ice-blue fabric of her cloak to shimmer slightly.

“I’m working.” She answered in a slightly gentler tone. Thoth gave her a disgusted look and turned his back on her, unable to look at Tristan for a moment. He turned his attention to scanning the camp instead, trying to find one of the people Tris had mentioned. None were visible, but someone else was.

“There’s Toby!” He pointed out the African wild dog with a tone of relief, a split second before a woman in a blue uniform decapitated his beloved pet with a clean, fell swoop of her sword. Thoth dropped his finger, shoulders tensing up.