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Originally Posted by
Cinn-O-Bun 
Miles smirked to himself as he felt the belt and noticed how hot it was but not burning hot. His nose scrunched up slightly at the leather heating reached his nose. Could be worse things...he could have burnt himself. He had more belts if this ruined this one. His eyes landed on the seeds on the ground and he pursed his lips again.
Should he just reach down and grab those? But how would it illuminate the path before him? Deciding he'd do better with the whole branch he wrapped the belt around it tightly and workedthe branch around a bit before pulling on it hoping it would break off easily and seeds wouldn't wind up everywhere because he didn't really fancy taking off his shirt to carry them if that happened.
Creak. Crack. SNAP. Pulling away from the bush, the end is jagged. Some seeds have fallen off and lay on the ground, glowing. How many are left for you on the branch?
The warmth seeps into the belt, and will certainly be noticeable against your hand.
When you're ready to move in, the way before you lit at least a bit by your fireseeds, you'll see a fork in the cave. To the right, a cacophony of sound echoes off the walls, its source yet unseen. The dischord crescendos and speeds before disappearing from notice. It then begins again. To the left, a partial cave-in and silence. If you linger too near the left, however, a foul smell reaches your nostrils. It is pungent: the kind of smell that sticks in your head.
Choose your way carefully. There is no telling whether you can retrace your steps.
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Ameh Step. Step. Step.
Everything was okay. It was alright. The plant was moving, letting him through, and there had to be another side to it, so surely he'd find that and soon be out of it. It hadn't wrapped around him and attempted to squeeze him to death yet, thanks to the fireseeds, so all was well.
...oh. A wall.
A wall?
WALL?!
WHY WAS THERE A WALL?! Raiden's breath caught in his throat, lungs refusing to draw in another breath. Was... was this... was he trapped now? There was nothing but vines behind him, and a fracking wall in front of him, and all the vines under his feet were starting to move and oh dear god, he was screwed, wasn't he. He'd been slowly losing his calm as he'd moved through the plant, the idea of being seized and held by it overwhelming his thoughts.
"No, no, no, no, no," he murmured frantically, left hand touching the surface of the wall. There had to be a way out, right? There had to be... oh dear lord the vines were trying to get him again!
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
The frightened champion bent his knees a bit as he lifted his foot, trying to get the light/heat source lower while not leaving his head open to getting grabbed. Getting strangled would be worse than getting his ankle wrapped up again. His left hand, rock still clenched against his palm, pressed against the wall.
"Maybe... over?" he breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly; his attempts at calming himself down seemed to be met with futility. Small spaces and devil's snare were two things that didn't go well together. Looking up, he tried to see if there was maybe a top visible to the wall.
The swirling vines stop almost immediately as you bend down with the fireseeds, and, indeed, part below you as they retreat from the light and heat, leaving an opening into nothingness. It's not a far fall, and you should be ok, but fall you will.
Unless you'd rather grab a vine and stay in the snare?