[Things are touching him. He's not alone. He does realizes through the panic that there must be safe air above him and he flaps hard, keeping himself aloft. Instinct is screaming at him that any moment, claws or teeth may dig into him, he's helpless, he's easy prey, he'll be eaten, he won't know it until he feels pinpricks of pain--
And then there are glowing pupil-less eyes, staring at him. He banks to avoid slamming into a pair of eyes, barely able to make out the outline of... something. A darker shape in the pitch black.]
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And then there are glowing pupil-less eyes, staring at him. He banks to avoid slamming into a pair of eyes, barely able to make out the outline of... something. A darker shape in the pitch black.]
< Who are you?! >