His pupils widened from beneath the shadow cast by his cloak's ivory fabric rising in the air. The arching of the male's backside attributed to the sudden shifting of the sand beneath the sole of his feet, relinquishing the stability previously held. Cast down the walls of the impromptu funnel depression, Oyochi's body flipped end over end a multitude of times before finally coming to sliding halt at the base. Sand still trailed behind the path his body took, packing in waves arounf his settled form while a low groan signaled that he had managed to not be deceased. Vocalizing the pain that had overtaking of the bodies cells, his form struggled to an upright stance as a shaking palm grabbed hold of the cloak's neckline. Freeing his body from the cloak was a simple motion, casting aside the added cloth protection in leu of it having been the cause of his latest misfortune. This is when it donned upon him why it had been that he ended ip near the unstable sand formation in the first place, a reminder that was accompanied by physic proof in several low growls echoing into the sinkhole.
Bringing his attention to the growl's source, Oyochi's gaze caught the focused glare of a Sand Wolf. Having splinter the small pack of three which they had stumbled upon, Oyochi had found himself chased down by the only one which had chosen to hunt him down. Watching strings of saliva loosely manifest as attachments to the predator's canines, he understood that the vibrations of his Overseer's movements somewhere in the desert had waned to nothingness. Even now his natural symbiotic relationship with the earth could do to nothing against a target which was simply out of range.
The adam's apple in his neck rose and fell, his own spit being swallowed as the choices on what to do were severely limited. He could hear the grinding of his teeth as the wolf's aggression edged it's face closer and closer before suddenly the sand relinquished it's stableness and into the hole descended the creature. Within, the loud woofing of the sand wolf was intermixed with a human yell and earth shifting. A conclusive whine was drowned by silence while the answers to which, the predator or the prey had survived through the encounter. Droplets of blood fell unto the sand, eagerly attached and swallowed up by grains of sand that relished at every opportunity to engulf moisture. His palms covered in the desert's grains which clung to his skin, as both hands remained pressed into the ground. Both sets of eye's meeting while the light faded from within one, the life which had kept them open fading into the void of death. Expending from under the sand, a grouping of erected stone needles had pushed upwards with varied angles between them. Caught like an empaled lump of flesh along one of them would be the carcass of the sand wolf while Oyochi worked to catch his breath somewhere off to the side.
Shifting the flow of chakra beneath his feet, the male's form would ascend the sand pit quickly, preferring not to remain in the company of something which had very nearly claimed his own life. Coming to stop away from the depression's mouth, his gaze overlooked the vast openness of desert before him, dominated by waves of towering dunes and a peaked sun. Being blissfully away of just how distant he was from his Overseer a quick realization fell upon him in these moments. That now, within a minute space of the Desert Expanse he was somewhat alone. Somewhat making itself understood as the albino head of a juvenile serpent pushed out from between his barefeet and couled itself upon Oyochi's form until it rested along his shoulder's.
His eye's found themselves locked upon the only other creature which had never left his side or betrayed his trust. That besides his own blood sibling, the serpent had been a trustworthy friend. As it's forked tongue lashed out to taste the air, he'd clap his palms against one another, detaching the grains of sand which had maintained their hold upon him.
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