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Alexander could feel the hilt of the knives resting in the palms of his hands as the group set out, leaving behind the chest of blades. Despite the white wolf's apparent desire to aid them, he still could feel a distrust for the blades echoing in the back of his mind. He 'd decided to lag behind in the back of the group, trailing behind the large frame of Simon as he observed the foliage surrounding them. However, it had not taken long for the once dense forest to begin thinning out as the group pressed onward. 

The setting the group had found themselves in had begun to take a rapid change in direction as the -now thin- forest cut off abruptly, the moist soil abruptly turning to sand as the desert ominously stood before them. While the rest of the group continued onward, Alex couldn't help but stop to look along the edge of the forest they had wandered through. I think I'd actually have preferred that we'd stayed in the forest.

The sun was all he could feel, heating his entire body to heights he'd never experienced, accompanied by the sand that seemed to slip under his feet with every step. His typical happy-go-lucky attitude seemed to have dissipated as the group trudged wordlessly through the empty, barren land. However, things began to change in a way that seemingly brought vigor back into his being. After all, what he saw as he peered over the large frame of Simon was something that would only make an appearance in the strangest of dream, for what he saw was the hell spawn of a mixture of rodent and porcupine nature, but possessed a vibrant face of varying colours. 

It hadn't taken a moment for others to appear, surrounding the already fatigued group. However, Alex could feel a smile draw upon his lips as his adrenaline began to push through his being, bringing forth a wide array of emotions. He could feel the warmth of the daggers in his palms once more, driving him forward as the group began their defense. 

Alex let one of the Quinox approach him, eyeing him up before charging head-long at him. He immediately went low, expecting the creature to target his legs, but before he knew what was happening he'd already ended up on his back, gasping as the wind was knocked out of him and the large creature stood atop him, pressing hard against his chest with one of its legs. He brought both his hand up, aiming to push the beast off of his body, but what occurred had been much more satisfying. His daggers slit open two thin gashes in the beasts underside, spilling blood onto his black coat. The beast drew its claws in, pushing with more force as it cried out in pain. Alex drew his arms down to the lower side of the creature, smiling, he jammed the daggers into its body, and pulled his arms upwards as he tore open the beast from it's stomach to it's neck.

Alex quickly realized he made a mistake as the heavy body of the creature fell on him, covering him in blood and trapping him in its remains. He could hear loud cries around him, but he was completely unable to move, and with each passing second he could feel the thin quill-like hairs of the beast's underside sink further into his skin. However, the cries had abruptly stopped, and he heard something that scared him more than the monsters that had suddenly appeared. "But either way, we need to keep going. Or at least get out of this wretched desert."

He could feel himself begin to panic, and by sheer force of will he dragged himself through the wet, gore covered sand that gave him no resistance as seemingly hundreds of needles buried themselves into his chest. He managed to work himself up to the head of the beast, narrowly avoiding the deadly, long quills that rested on either side of the creature's lifeless body. He pushed both his arms up, pushing the head of the creature off of himself. He looked over to what remained of the group. "Oy! Wanna give me a hand with something before you all leave me behind?"
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