The maze is tight and winding and in the part your kin finds themselves in, deeply, deeply dark. Not a speck of light seems to bleed in through the clustered and tangled thorns and after a time it is hard to tell where the sky even was. Everywhere you turn your kin’s fur is pricked with sharp thorns and their horns (or any other appendage) constantly get snarled up in the twisting, grasping plant life. The way seems to get smaller and smaller, the space more oppressive and claustrophobic until even the slightest sound of a twig snapping nearby is enough to ring out like an ominous threat. You see some light at the end of the tunnel, but it seems so extremely far away. Describe your kin’s trip through this part of the maze, do they manage to squeeze through the exit easily or is it difficult?
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She had taken the maze to be something easy for her, something she could defeat and trample over and show her superiority and she would not be DEFEATED BY SOME THORNS. She snarled, teeth tearing into the plant life, regardless of the way they prick her tender mouth, or the taste of blood. They scraped on her hide, toughened by the years that had gone wide. Her horns tangled, her spines tangled and she was going to give these brambles a reckoning to remember.
She hissed, eyes narrowed in on the light ahead and kept pushing forward, squeezing herself through gaps and edges till she exited with a relived breath and heaving flanks and shook herself, blood beading against her skin and fur. She took a few moments to pull brambles away from her skin till she was unburdened.
She wasn't going to head into the next challenge blind. This... was just going to be a bit trickier then she had first believed.
