Snippet #2718208

"Hmm, I can only think of insects that use cacoons... " Betan replied dully, stabbing a random hedge to see what it would do, the hedges just seemed to fix themselves. He was growing agitated, the buzzing definitely wasn't him, or any one else as it showed to grow stronger in the maze. Betan jumped from his horse and with his gloved hand reached to the shell. He opened it up a little, sticky insides, "Definitely fresh, though, this cut would have been made with either a training or long sword." He said bluntly.

He stood up again and took his gloves of, resting them in one of the hidden pockets of his heater shield. He then climbed back onto his horse and tried looking again from the hight he was at. He was curious if he could climb the hedge, however forns pricked at him and the branches themselves tried to grab at him. He sighed slumping forward on his horse, the buzz was beginning to grind his nerves thin. He grabbed his scarf from his heater shield and wrapped it around, covering his neck, mouth and nose. "This cut is too fresh to have been made twenty years ago, however, if someone was trained enough in sword arts, it would be exceptionally easy to make a cut that forces the creature out and keeps the insides fresh for over a year."

Now the buzzing had gotten straight through to his central nervous system and was sending unwanted shivers up his spine. He was actually grateful when weeds mentioned the buzzing, "The buzzing? I've been hearing it since I stepped foot on this property." He replied, vpice muffled by the scarf, however you still could tell the venom in his voice. The knight petted his steed's mane and nuzzled his face into it softly, not wanting the horse to freak out.